“Every town has its secrets.” He began. “San Felipe is no different. Skeletons are hidden in closets for a reason my friend. And trust me when I tell you, San Felipe has many skeletons. The moral of the story is; don’t go snooping into strange closets. You will only find sins and betrayal. Why do you think we drink tequila so much?”
“His trickery was beginning to get under my crawl. Then again, what wasn’t in this country? It was always devil this and devil that. Christ, so this is where the devil lives?”
“We are all doomed, Yankee detective. One day I will come into work and see myself lying on this slab.”