Chapter 7.
It remained quiet in the western US as far as major crime and terrorism; there was nothing significant reported to the FBI (which was where most of our alerts came from). During that time we did our annual physical fitness testing and marksmanship quals in the desert at McGregor Range, north of Fort Bliss (you can easily see it on G-maps).
We also assisted the El Paso County Sheriff and the city police apprehending bad dudes with outstanding warrants.
We declined to get involved in small stuff the police tried to exaggerate into big stuff simply because they're afraid to get their hands dirty and wanted to go home on time. They learned we had better information than theirs so sometimes they used us just to locate individuals, we were fine with that.
Some of the guys they wanted were nasty. I mean they were chronic homeless and literally stunk like rotted flesh, and you didn't want them in your jail. That's why so many of them were never captured, it was like having a rotting corpse in jail, even the guards had to smell it. Some kinds of stink don't wash off with five minutes in a shower. Sometimes they had to burn their clothing and issue them pink jumpsuits and pink slippers.
The first guy was wanted in NM, TX, and MX on different charges including drug sales, aggravated assault, identity theft, car theft, parole violation, and murder. He was big, 6'5" 280lbs white guy named Ronny McDonald. Born in Albuquerque and reported to be living in Sunland Park, NM with a friend in a mobile home near the intersection of Posey Rd at Morrison Rd. They lived 3,100 feet from the border fence and were believed to be receiving packets of meth flown over the fence by drone at night. The police report said he was armed. They said he boasted on FB that he was unstoppable. David always chuckled when he heard people boast about being too dangerous to arrest.
When we asked what the reward was the deputy said it was four hundred bucks cash, so we ended that conversation and left.
Two days later the police captain from Sunland Park visited us at the airport, he said the reward was now $14,000 cash and said they had no officers able to capture such a big man, that's why he'd been living free for the past two years out in the desert. We told him we'd re-evaluate and call him. We wanted time to research him and see how much of an actual threat he was to the public; we often got false information from police agencies. They were under no obligation to tell the truth, which was a sad fact about most law enforcement (and the FBI).
The next day we got a call from a man with a Parisian accent, he said he was at a company in Belgium that did forensic testing. He informed us the two samples we submitted for the reward were approved and they also received the digital photos of the scene. They already dispatched a courier, and he would call us tomorrow to meet at the airport. We might try to select a location to meet him with some degree of safety.
I told him just inside the main entrance to the airport passenger terminal was a hoagie sandwich shop with tables and chairs, nobody would be watching since everyone was busy dropping off or picking up people. He agreed and said he would forward that to the courier who was currently on a flight from Brussels to Atlanta.
On Wednesday we got a call from an elderly man with a heavy French accent, he said he was about to board a flight to El Paso, he was at DFW getting on AA-1365. David told him to go to Sam's Sandwich Shop in the main terminal, they had a large sign that was easy to see from a distance, we would be there at a table, two handsome young men waiting for him.
One hundred eight minutes later we were sharing a six inch Italian sub on crusty bread waiting on some dude with a box of cash. What walked up was different than we expected.
The guy was in an old moth eaten suit and tie, black shoes, and white hair on his head. He walked like he was drunk. He pulled along a small 2-wheeled suitcase cart with a cardboard box on the back. He walked up to David and shook hands, his voice sounded exactly like it did on the phone. I stood and pulled out a chair for him.
He said he was Paulo VanHorn from an EU justice agency (we couldn't understand what he said half the time) and had a package for us: sign here. He looked at our passports, set the box on the table, and sat there for a few more minutes to drink some coffee we ordered for him. He was difficult to understand but seemed to be a nice guy with some interesting stories to tell. Basically he flew around the world delivering reward payments for the EU government. He said the EU liked him since he was a very innocent looking elderly guy and had never been hassled in his life (after 1946).
The box looked like it had been shipped across France several times. It had layers of shipping labels in French, labels over labels over labels. It was tightly taped shut and looked like it had a lot of miles on it. I guessed it weighed about nineteen pounds.
We took the somewhat heavy box and walked to our truck and drove back to our home on Fort Bliss. David decided to be cautious and after it got dark outside he put on a Batsuit and took the box outside and set it on the tailgate of his truck and gently dissected one side with a new razor blade. As we peeled back the layers of cardboard all we saw inside was layers of plastic, like trash bags or grocery store bags. Carefully cutting he removed the inner layer of plastic and found the box was packed full of musty old cash.
I stepped closer aiming the flashlight, David had a headband light on too. He carefully sliced the box apart and found it was as described; a box tightly packed full of compressed US fifty dollar bills. If the box was only fifties we calculated it should contain twenty thousand fifty-dollar bills.
We spent the rest of the evening counting and bagging money. After that was done we put them in plastic zipper bags on the shelf in the small bedroom. David grabbed three fifties and put them in his wallet and chuckled doing it then said we should take another look at a new motorcycle. The cash had an old musty odor like it spent years in someone's basement in Belgium, not in a modern bank vault. Some of the bills were printed in the 1960s.
We added Ziploc bags in two sizes to our grocery list.
On Monday we completed our research and called Sunland Police and talked to the cops; we asked if they had a valid, judge-signed arrest warrant for Ronny. We also confirmed that they had gas masks and he said yes, they were recently tested and re-sealed.
We accepted the case and got approval from our boss, but he always said yes as long as we used equipment (spiders and gas pellets). We met with Sunland Police at a Denny's near UTEP on Mesa Street and discussed Ronny's neighborhood. We also discussed the other guy that lived in the trailer home. They did not have any warrants for the second man. He was the son of the guy that owned the property, and who had died last week.
"The guy that owned the property just died, so they're there on borrowed time, his funeral was two days ago. They'll eventually be evicted or the power'll get shut off."
We reviewed confidential reports on him, his roommate, and their closest neighbors. This study was done because of their proximity to the border fence. It was reported someone used a drone to fly meth packets over the border. According to Sunland Police they used a small drone with GPS to fly a route late at night across the border, once it arrived over their yard it dropped the packet and returned to point-A in Juarez, 3,200 feet away. The entire flight took about three minutes and was barely visible because it was so small and the sound was very quiet. Each trip carried about 75 grams of powder, meth or heroin. They made two flights per night and the CBP radar couldn't see it. There was no way they could stop it. For payment they met at the border wall and simply slipped cash through the gaps.
One thing was clear, they wanted him gone from New Mexico and were joking about how much nicer the weather was in Florence Colorado that time of year, even meals and healthcare were free.
I wanted to remind them that after Nevada, Colorado was possibly the most plutonium contaminated state but decided to keep that to myself. We accepted the job and set a date for the raid. We'd put them to sleep so the law could enter wearing gas masks and take him into custody. We made them promise to keep him double cuffed 24 hours a day no matter what anyone said because this dude had escaped from many county and city jails in the past and had friends in almost every state prison in the southwest.
Before the date we drove around their neighborhood and had the area completely videoed. We imaged the open desert between them and the border fence too. We discovered he had two dogs in the fenced-in back yard that could come inside via a dog door, so we'd have to consider dogs when signaling the cops it was okay for them to raid the house. We also made it a condition they would not turn it into a SWAT circus and would just drive up with one squad car and an ambulance, and several big cans of pepper spray. Our gas slept cats, dogs, and indoor birds quickly and easily too.
We learned there was only one thing between him and the border fence: two railroad tracks. Back in the 1800s when the first transcontinental railroad was built it was followed by a second line that ran from Los Angeles to San Antonio, it was two tracks that ran freight every day in both directions. Those were the tracks that ran along the border fence. That entire area got to enjoy the sound of freight trains that moved slowly around the curved tracks as they approached the bridges over the Rio Grande River. The screeching steel train wheels going around the curves were the perfect cover to hide the sound of the drones.
We prepped two spiders, one with two sleep gas pellets the other had one sleep gas and one incendiary pellet, which we never used in a real situation before, only on the test range in Nevada. It made a tall column of yellow flames for about seven seconds similar to the ones used for concerts and pyrotechnic shows. It also destroyed the spider.
We decided to wear police vests over our Batsuits, because we might be fired on by them or a neighbor. The cops agreed to pepper spray, one ALS (advanced life support) ambulance, one cop car, and extra pairs of steel handcuffs. Since he was a big dude they brought cuffs with extra links for his ankles and wrists. We always insisted on having an ambulance take the prisoner because of the small risk they might stop breathing because of the gas and that the dosage was not controlled.
Zero hour arrived, and we advanced into the neighborhood first. We were driven near the mobile home and jumped out of their unmarked van and jogged into the desert and got down on the sand behind a small hill.
I'll say here that the Chihuahua Desert was generally not flat, it's lumpy with large clumps of desert plants on top of small mounds, like fifteen foot across and three to five feet high. They were formed by sand storms that frequented that desert during the winter.
The plants held the sand in place but the winds blew the sand away between them which made the desert look like a lumpy desert with lots of desert plants on top of each lump. That spacing also meant it was not as likely to support a large wildfire without the right weather conditions.
We hid behind a mound in the desert (across the street from the target property) and got our gear ready. I unpacked two spiders, inserted the pellets, and showed David their colors. He opened the pelican case and got our glasses and activated comms. One of their detectives stayed with us to be the main comms guy. He told us to look closely at our cell phones and make sure we were on a US carrier, this close to the border we'd easily switch to a Mexican cell tower and could get huge charges for unknowingly texting into the USA from Mexico, it was a well known scam along the border but it burned tourists every day.
The police van and the rest of the vehicles drove three blocks away and parked at the Sunland Park Elementary School.
We put the spiders into semi-auto mode and ran them across the desert (by joystick), across the street, under the fence (sand, rocks, and dehydrated dog turds) and into the back yard. David watched the sky to make sure there were no predator birds silently circling above us that might swoop down and nab the spiders thinking they were edible; they were still vulnerable to hungry snakes. This was the first time we enabled swarm mode so all we'd have to control directly was the lead spider.
We kept the second spider outside the dog door to watch for other dogs; the lead spider pushed through the dog door and watched the entire trailer in five minutes (three bedrooms and two bathrooms). Since they were in swarm mode the second spider already had a copy of the floor plan made by the first spider so all it had to do was re-check for body heat sources.
Three minutes after entry we started to receive basic floor plans for the trailer with rough dimensions. It showed large items (as wire frame boxes) like console TV, sofa, tables, windows, doors, hallways, beds, and kitchen appliances. Next it started adding heat signatures, there were two dogs asleep on the living room rug and one large man on the sofa watching TV but it was unclear if he was awake or asleep, but he was unmoving. We could not tell if his eyes were open or not.
We asked the detective to have the cops move closer as we were ready to sleep everyone inside the trailer home. He whispered into his radio then told us they were on the way. They would stop short and wait for the final go-signal from us. Two more cars blocked the streets (El Cerro Drive and Posey Road) leading into the neighborhood. And the extra police that would enter the residence were there mostly for lifting help to get him onto the EMS cart and into the ambulance.
Next, we had the second spider move inside and repeat the same scan of the trailer for any more people because we were told there should be two people inside. We wanted to make sure the count was correct; only one human. It entered via the dog door and quickly scanned the entire trailer.
The cops signaled that the ambulance was two blocks away and ready to go. Once everyone was in place we signaled both spiders to produce gas since the living room area was large; it was a combined kitchen and living area, about 14'x35'. We saw on our glasses an IR live image but nothing moved. David had the second spider park on the floor in front of the TV stand (the first one was on the kitchen counter). From there we could see the dogs asleep on the carpet and the guy they wanted to arrest looked completely out. We signaled the cops and EMS to enter with gas masks in place. He told them if anyone started to feel dizzy to drop everything and run out the front door immediately.
Three cops and three EMTs with the cart walked across the yard and one of them knocked then shoved hard on the front door with his shoulder and it popped open.
They walked towards Ronny with pepper spray cans aimed at his face and carefully handcuffed him, wrists and ankles. Then the ambulance crew and the cops lifted him off the sofa and put him on the cart, and they cuffed him to the cart frame too. He was tied down by six devices and then covered with a sheet, his head raised a little. They rolled him outside to the ambulance (with an oxygen mask on) and by then there was a crowd of neighbors gathered on the street. Neighbors were shouting to get Ronny to respond but he was sound asleep; at that moment it looked like a medical emergency and not a police arrest, which was our goal.
During the mission the other cops detained his roomie out on Posey Road but once our target was in the ambulance and locked in place they quickly left for the hospital and all the cops left. The roomie was released and drove home, by the time he got there the gas had dissipated and was safe to enter the structure and wake up his dogs.
We packed up our gear after moving the first spider into an ashtray to self destruct; the one with the pyro pellet was sent outside (through the dog door) into the middle of the back yard and self destructed there. We actually saw a huge flash from the brilliant tall flames that vanished quickly.
We'd already told the detective guy we could not discuss our equipment, he called for the unmarked van (still in the school parking lot) to come pick us up, and we stood up and walked back to the dirt road and got in the van and left. We were seen by a few neighbors since it seemed the entire community suddenly decided to take a walk. The detective joked that probably everyone in that little neighborhood had an arrest record so any cop car was noticed and watched closely, usually got photographed and flipped off too.
David and I had our glasses (and caps) on as part of a disguise.
We were taken back to the police station and the ambulance drove to the hospital but Ronny was awake before they got there. They never uncuffed him from the EMS cart and did an EKG and checked his vital signs, listened to him breathe, took a chest x-ray and discharged him into police custody. Do not pass Go or cash your disability check.
David got the prisoner receipt and we left for the office at 8:44pm. We got home at 11:30pm and decided to go into work at lunch time the next day. We showered and had a nice quiet very late evening and never discussed Ronny's case or his dogs.
The next day our boss had something to say: "When you run missions that multiple police agencies cannot resolve and do it in under half an hour and use only a pair of spiders it makes it look like we're responding to inappropriate incidents."
David argued and said he thought the taxpayers appreciated us using less gear. But the boss argued that cost wasn't the issue, necessity was the issue to protect our budget, the Pentagon was always looking to cut funding.
He said, "What else do you want to do for a living? You guys were born for this kind of work, don't mess it up."
We kept our mouths shut but I knew David was angry so we left and stopped at Chico's Tacos on Montana then drove back to the house. It seemed every time we got mad at the boss we ended up revenge-eating deep fried rolled tacos later that day. It's nearly impossible to walk out of Chico's unhappy.
Two weeks later we got our reward money from New Mexico for fourteen grand and added it to the box in the bedroom closet.
During that time we found a house that exactly matched our wish list and offered cash.
Four weeks later we closed on the purchase of the house and packed our shit and moved off Fort Bliss NCO housing, that's when I decided to buy a car and he decided to buy a nice highway bike, something our older neighbors would be impressed by, like most of our new neighbors. Many of our neighbors were retired Army E6's and 7's and many of them had nice motorcycles, but most of those were American brands. David and I liked a motorcycle that could zoom past you at 110mph and you barely heard it.
We moved all our crap in the back of his truck and did it all ourselves but we hired a service to scrub the house on Fort Bliss. Post housing was always transitory so we never met the neighbors, except for a few local kids. David was usually a kid magnet, for some reason teenage boys really liked him. Maybe that's why we fell in love at age 19!
We called a carpenter to give us quotes on a new kitchen, new master bathroom, and new patio door. Since sliding doors were never secure we had him start there first. He said about five grand to remove the entire sliding glass door frame and close it in to match the inside and outside and install a wide swinging door with a window and screen door that was similar to the front door.
That project should take a week to finish then we'd work together to design a new kitchen. What we wanted to build was something like a small restaurant kitchen. It wouldn't look anything like Julia Childs or America's Test Kitchen -- at home. It would look more like a kitchen at Applebee's, durable, easy to clean, and long lasting, but smaller.
At first he thought we meant new appliances (and cabinet doors) then he finally understood we meant both rooms had to be stripped to the subflooring and everything would go, even the ceiling. We'd also completely gut the dining room. It would become a diner-style lunch counter with four stools and two (small) four person booths on the opposite wall like a small restaurant. The former kitchen and dining room would resemble a twelve person diner, a place you could clean with a fire hose but the remodel started by removing everything to the studs, which meant he could install sprinklers, all new electrical, plumbing, a stainless steel vent hood over the stove, and security sensors for the new patio door too.
When it looked like he didn't fully grasp what we meant by 'to the studs' David said that he wanted to be able to stand in the basement and look up and see the roofing nails, then those rooms were stripped down far enough.
During work we spent time with the El Paso Police and worked some of their outstanding arrest warrant cases, we declined to do any that didn't have multiple felony warrants for crimes of violence. We declined car thieves, parking ticket abusers, non-injury drunk drivers, and non-violent restraining order violators. We would consider violent aggressive drivers, wife beaters, child beaters, violent robbers, and people that loved to start bar fights.
One case was sad, he was 22 year old Mexican wanted on two counts of murder, his wife and her lover. He fled after the killings and hadn't been seen since, that was three months ago. His name was DeJuan Blanco.
The report said he was a young newlywed that came from a good Mexican family that had never been in trouble in his life, he suddenly went berserk one day.
The second notable case we reviewed was a white guy, 42 years old, former combat veteran. He only had one outstanding warrant for felony aggravated assault. He was known by the El Paso Police and had been arrested multiple times during and after serving in Afghanistan. His story really pissed us off, he liked to go into gay bars and get picked up by some unsuspecting man but when he made sexual contact he'd go crazy and beat him severely. His last victim suffered permanent brain damage and will spend the rest of his life in a coma. This guy was 6'3" 210lbs of solid muscle and was the kind of weirdo that thought beating up gays was great fun. We told the detective we'd get him first, even if there was no reward. We took copies of the police file and all the information they had on his whereabouts and contacts. He was believed to be living somewhere in central El Paso (east of downtown) according to police informants.
Back at the airport we accessed the secret federal database which also spread out into banking and medical records and discovered some interesting stuff about him.
The guy's name was Leo L. Bradford, but he always went by aliases so we named him Leo the Loser. He was supposedly living on the streets and at homeless shelters, HIV+, and addicted to meth. He was discharged from the military with a general discharge which was one small step from dishonorable.
We made a list of all the known homeless male shelters around the city, there were eight for men, half of those were church sponsored. We spent an entire day driving from shelter to shelter talking to managers and handing out small pictures from his last arrest, two years ago.
Leo's trail turned cold quickly and none of the shelters called back. Days went by but we didn't forget about Leo and the old queer he put in a nursing home in a vegetative state. We even drove up to Las Cruces to visit the guy in a facility for brain dead people. Our trip reminded me of the 1978 movie: Coma. The home had no family contacts for him, just a local priest.
All our other leads turned up nothing and we even talked to Border Patrol, County Health, and even the people that patched holes in the streets. All we got was "Never seen `im."
We did google image searches and on Youtube too and it all came up blank so we looked into his military service records and found out he made plenty of enemies in Afghanistan with the other military guys. There was one bar in the city on the near east side that was popular with a rather rough crowd of older guys that were mostly former combat vets so we dressed up like homeless and sat on the sidewalk against the front of a shut down liquor store across the street and watched the bar for three nights, 7pm to 2am, last call 2am in El Paso.
On our third night we saw a guy that sort of fit his general size and appearance. He walked there after getting off a city bus on Texas Avenue at Walnut Street. After he was inside David quickly took off his homeless costume and followed him. Even across the street our Whispernet implants should work, but we'd be near the distance limit. David was better with guys in a guy's bar than me, so I let him do the talking (plus, he's more their size than me) while I sat on my ass in front of the abandoned storefront across the street. He had a knife (and a cell) in his pocket but that was all. He got the stool beside the suspect and ordered a Coors on tap. The TVs behind the bar had a repeat of a football game on.
At first they didn't speak but he got a chance to look at the tattoos on his left arm and hand, which were photographed in jail during his last arrest. He whispered it was a perfect match; he was the idiot we were looking for.
I heard him try to chitchat with Leo but it wasn't going well, and David was being careful to keep his slight metrosexual accent hidden. But when the subject turned to football the guy came alive and all he wanted to talk about was the Cowboys and their season. I used my cell to do some research into recent games and whispered it to David so he sounded like he knew what he was saying. Almost half an hour went by and I heard David buy him shot after shot, he was trying to get him drunk. While that was going on I moved closer to the bar, on the same side of the street.
We'd been hassled by the cops already and had problems convincing them we were feds working on a felony warrant case. Last night we ended up in their back seat until they verified our IDs and let us go. If they had been assholes we could have turned the tables and verified them too, but we let it slide. David politely warned them not to interfere with us again and to tell the other cops in the area. He actually told them that we'd arrest them for interfering with law enforcement if they pestered us again.
Lots of guys thought they became Billy Badass when they're drunk but they rarely got into a fist fight with a Navy Seal before. David was no boxer but he could fuck you up with his bare hands in a few seconds. First, your nose got reconfigured, then your jaw, then a few ribs and if you were still standing you could count on a busted leg and a lot of (your) blood on your shirt. After Seals I shrunk back down almost to my pre-seal size so I didn't intimidate anyone just by looks, but David could.
David finally got him into an argument about the Cowboys quarterback Tony Romo. I was whispering to him info I read on his wiki page but Leo was trying to recall stuff he saw on TV and getting most of it wrong. Romo was from rural Wisconsin and probably had four or five more years until he retired from football.
The point was he was trying to piss Leo off to start a fight so he could knock him down and get him in handcuffs, then drag him outside and wait for the cops.
Anyway he managed to get him pissed off enough that stuff got serious, so I walked into the bar and as everyone was watching them yell at each other, I managed to get behind Leo.
David punched him twice after he swung and missed. David swung with his right and hit his cheek and the side of his nose, which spun his head. Then he nailed him again hard above the right ear and he went down and took me down with him. He sort of staggered backwards and fell against me and both of us went to the floor. I hit the back of my head on something which made me see stars for hours. We grabbed his arms and legs and asked the bartender to call 911, he needed medical attention.
We carried him outside and dropped him on the sidewalk and stood over him listening for the sound of sirens. A few people left after we got him on the sidewalk near the front door. One of them told me the back of my shirt was bloody and when I rubbed my head it was covered in blood.
David turned me around and said I cut my head on something and might need stitches. He went back inside and got some paper towels and folded them to make a big square pad and used his shoe lace to hold it on the back of my head, which hurt badly.
Twelve long minutes later an ambulance arrived and we told them this was a wanted felon and was dangerous and needed at least three handcuffs and possibly a spit hood too. It took a while to get him to the jail, we went along to make sure he was identified correctly and linked to the gay man in the nursing home in New Mexico.
We sat by the detective's desk and he finally returned with the correct wanted sheet and wrote a receipt for us and asked who we were but we just made up a story, we were relatives of the victim that had been looking for this guy for two months.
Since we arrived in Texas this case was the most difficult and time consuming manhunt we've had, but it was fun. Justice long overdue might now be served. The cops offered but we decided not to go see him one last time to explain who we were and why we tracked him down. David said there was no sense talking to him, he was way too drunk. The arresting officer said we were on file as a contact prior to any release but he bet he'd be locked up for a long time, here than in Utah.
After that fiasco was over we stopped at the ER on Fort Bliss and I got ten staples in the back of my head, and six comments about the field dressing. The sun was up by the time we got home.
I stayed home from work the next two days since my head was pounding and I couldn't sleep. Beer didn't help matters either but what worked was standing in the shower and letting the hot water spray on the back of my head. One hour after the shower the throbbing came back but it gradually improved.
When David got home from work he took good care of me like now he was the mommy and I was the sick baby. My line of staples leaked blood (I wasn't supposed to stand in the shower for 24 hours) and I ruined two pillow cases and one bath towel.
David felt so bad he went to the store and got me four jars of Gerber baby food Bananas and spoon fed me that entire evening. We tapped his secret supply of Canadian codeine pills and I finally got some sleep and pain relief.
We closely followed the case of Leo `the Loser' Bradford. And we got to know one of the DDAs for the prosecutor's office and made friends with him so we would be kept updated on his case. We learned Leo was on parole (in Utah) and because of that he was moved to a more secure state facility in a suburb of El Paso along I-10. A condition of his parole was he couldn't leave Utah.
We also discovered there was a reward posted for his capture up in Utah in the town of Saint George, so we applied for that money, even though it was only $500. We wanted to give the reward to a gay men's charity but couldn't find one in El Paso. There were also no gay men's shelters in El Paso County. And talking to the staff at the nursing home in Las Cruces they said we could not be added as a contact for the patient because we were not related.
The next week we returned to the first missing man case with a reward, the tragic story of the young Latino `kid' that went crazy one day and stabbed his wife and her lover.
He caught his new wife cheating on him and snapped, he stabbed the guy and his wife and took off on foot and disappeared. They thought he might be in Juarez but an informant reported seeing him working at a car wash on the west side. Like so many people he always carried a cell phone, which made him easy to locate and identify.
We borrowed a cell site simulator (Stingray) from the Pentagon and used it to locate the kid and the car wash. We worked with the city cops, and they drove to the car wash in two unmarked cars and nabbed him after a 100 foot chase across the parking lot and arrested him without a struggle, but they roughed him up because he ran briefly. He seemed so young to be facing life in prison for one minute of uncontrolled rage. When they had him standing by a police car in the sunlight we got a good look at him, this kid looked very young, like he'd never even started to shave yet, he looked like an actual Mexico City twink.
They stripped his work overalls off and had him get back in his street clothes, of course we stood there and watched. He had a very nice body, an excellent belly button and nice puffy tits, he was uncut and had a small bush but it looked like he was packing some serious meat too. He stood there and smiled when they stripped him naked in the midday sun with about four cops and some bystanders watching the show. He looked proud to let everyone see what hung in front of his balls. David whispered to me, "Ahhh! Life would be a lot less fun without Mexican boys."
Cops were talking about him after he changed and got in the back seat of a patrol car. They said he came home from work one day for lunch and found his wife in bed with some dude, totally unexpected. There was a fish filleting knife on the dresser so he jumped on the bed and started stabbing, killed both of them, then took off on foot and vanished. He was spotted that evening alone in church praying but he bolted and wasn't seen again until last week.
After that capture we went home and got out all our new camping gear and tested everything and made another list of stuff we were missing. I emailed the guy from Alamogordo about going camping.
Twelve days later David removed my staples using his needle nose pliers. He insisted he could do it just as good as a field medic. Wound closure and staple removal was something we learned in Seal school. My head hurt bad for two days after his procedure and I still couldn't brush or comb my hair in back.
I took two more days off work because I couldn't sleep and my head was pounding. On the first afternoon I went outside in our ugly back yard and heard music coming from the neighbor's yard.
I looked over the wall and saw our high school age neighbor was lounging on a recliner in his back yard. Jeremy had a breast bone that stuck way out, he walked with a limp, and his blonde hair was nearly down to his ass. I whistled to get his attention. He popped up to his feet and walked over with a smile. We discussed music briefly and our favorite bands. He told me I was bleeding, I told him I cut my head in a bar fight. He said "Yeah, sure." I was only half lying, but I went back inside.
I got another bath towel and covered my pillow, pulled down the blinds, turned on the window AC and got in my own bed and tried to fall asleep again.
I couldn't get the mental images of that kid out of my mind. He had dime size tits and a lump for a belly button but he was like four inches taller than me, and had a horrible squeaky voice.
I've seen him several times outside trying to master his skateboard, sometimes he hung out with my husband if he was washing his truck in the driveway. I think that was the first time I actually had a brief but private chat with Jeremy. He seemed to be a nice kid but could easily get on my nerves.
He obviously preferred my husband as a friend, but most people felt that way about us, David was always the main attraction, even with his shirt on. We look very different from each other, people are surprised to learn we're married because we looked so unmatched standing side by side.
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