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that stared back at him proved otherwise. In the silence that hung in the air Felipe Nevarrez decided he could play the same game of rallying the troops.
    “Men, In the Bible…” He crossed himself before continuing. “Adam and Eve were told not to eat of the forbidden fruit and the snake tempted them by telling them, ‘HE DOESN’T WANT YOU TO EAT IT BECAUSE YOU’LL BE AS SMART AS HIM’. It is like that with the Americans, we offer them the forbidden fruit their government makes it so hard to get. You see men, we are not the devil or the snake, we’re just people who are already familiar with the forbidden fruit.”

CHAPTER 6
     
    A week later in Michoacán, Mexico
     
    Felipe Nevarrez met his uncle Ernesto at his restaurant, Ernie’s Tacos. It wasn’t open for business, just for this meeting. Workers loyal to the cartel were making a feast and serving beer for the two leaders. Three other loyal members stood at the doors with A.K.47’s to maintain security.
    Ernie’s Tacos sat on an isolated desert road that wound from the mountainous region of Hidaka all the way to the border. This passage was known as snake eyes because of all of the dead rattle snakes and other reptiles that littered the dirt. There were also hundreds of hastily made tombstones for the people who didn’t make the trek. Snakes, scorpions and lizards that ran with their tails in the air to avoid the heat could be seen moving through all of the cactus and rocks.
    Felipe ran down every detail of his visit with El Diablo at his ranch in Mexico City in such a minute degree that it was as visual for his uncle as it had been for him. He included every word that was spoken, every detail of the ranch, the pictures of his family on the walls, the familiarity El Diablo had with the chief of police and their security and all of the body language he could interpret from all who were present.
    Ernesto took it all in and sipped on his Tecate. “Do you think El Diablo has all of the Mexican government in his pocket?”
    Felipe nodded his head and said, “Yeah… It’s like we thought.”
    Now that the summit meeting was over Felipe was thinking about their next drug run. This one was going to be a culmination of a year’s worth of smaller ones. Profits from their contacts in Southern California had added up considerably. The plan this time was for Felipe to bring his cousin on a run for the first time to meet some of the associates in the Inland Empire and Los Angeles. Ernie had labeled this trip as the Monarch run as it was their biggest one yet.
    Felipe asked, “Are the Monarchs ready?”
    Ernie thought about why he named it. The monarch butterflies migrated from Michoacán Mexico to the U.S. every year. He was using the term as a code word for their packaged drug clavos. The drugs were packaged up in the mountainous hillside and wrapped in plastic with a Monarch butterfly stamped on them. There was speed, heroin and cocaine loaded up and ready to go.
    Ernie answered, “The Monarchs are ready! Our eighteen wheeler is up the road with your cousin Javier in it waiting for you to give him the green light from the border. The call from the border just came in before you got here telling me you’re clear to cross. I still want you to spend ten minutes studying the border agent to make sure he doesn’t have any company looking over his shoulder. You’re going to drive the same Ford Festiva as last time and Jefe will be following the eighteen wheeler in the Honda to keep an eye on the rear.” Ernie slid a pack of Camel cigarettes across the table and said, “There’s some speed in there to keep you vigilant for your long drive. Call me at the border if anything looks fishy… Stay in touch with your cousin Javier constantly to let him know you’ve got his front scoped out and to keep him calm during the drive. I want you to help him catch on to our operation as fast as possible so you can both go on separate runs pretty soon. I love your life and