Iv'e been a sort of part time detective for close to ten years now and had never accepted such a case as this one today.
The woman came into my office(my single wide trailer) sobbing about her missing son and rambled on about some mexican mobsters, one in particular to watch out for.
I took some notes as she filled out my standard disclaimer form and then was handed an envelope containing money and a picture of a mexican girl.
"Find my son!" she said, and pointed to the young womans picture.
Though she didn't go into detail I assumed her son must have turned transvestite and gone to mexico. The most puzzling thing to me was how good looking he was in the picture, almost impossible to believe it really was a guy.
I packed and left late that night, headed for the border across a long strip of desert on a road that seemed to go on forever.
It was daylight when I passed thru the check point and entered Mexico.
I made sure to be generous, giving cash to some locals to watch my car while I scoured the small town for leads.
My three years of spanish one seemed to be paying off, but I didn't seem to be getting anywhere real fast and the day was now into the afternoon hours.
It seemed hopeless until