"I'm not a policeman," I said.
"No you're not Mr April, you're muscle memory with an artist's eye for violence."
Los Moros is an easy place to die. A place where people are a commodity and knowing too much can be as lethal as a bullet. It starts with the body of a young woman in an alley but what seems like a mugging gone wrong soon sends Frankie April on a wild ride of bad choices and bloody consequences. A hard boiled noir of double cross and payback stretching across the border lands of Texas and Mexico
"No you're not Mr April, you're muscle memory with an artist's eye for violence."
Los Moros is an easy place to die. A place where people are a commodity and knowing too much can be as lethal as a bullet. It starts with the body of a young woman in an alley but what seems like a mugging gone wrong soon sends Frankie April on a wild ride of bad choices and bloody consequences. A hard boiled noir of double cross and payback stretching across the border lands of Texas and Mexico
