The 428 cc would really go if you stood on it. (pg. 246) I think that should be "ci", for cubic inch.
So, we don't have no air defense in Southern California to track down a C-47 Chinook helicopter carrying a million dollars worth of guns to Mexico? Good to know!
zocalo (pg. 5) -- A public square or plaza.
narcotraficantes (pg. 5) -- Well, NOW it looks obvious. Drug dealers.
Cyclone GT (pg. 243) -- Huh, it's a Mercury, 1970 vintage. Never heard of that model.
El Verdugo, which means The Executioner (pg. 268) -- Well, that's what it means, all right.
Miramar Navy Base (pg. 348) -- It's Marine Corps Air Station, and has been for nearly ten years before this book was published.
He'd seen old, and it looked like hell. (pg. 353)
Lupercio stood on his back patio and watched the tumbleweeds shiver against the chain-link fence. Beyond the fence a dirt devil augured across the desert floor, then spun itself out. The sun hung red and wavering and his outdoor thermometer read 104 degrees. (pg. 115)-- Good ol' Adelanto, just as I remember it!
I enjoyed this book very much, the San Diego locations rang true. There is so much sadness, though. Reading the author's biography, you see he has personal knowledge of extreme loss. It comes through in all the books of his I have read.
We make our own luck. Character is fate. (pg. 77)
There are 124 chapters in 385 pages. Works for my short attention span!