Chapter 35 Big Fish, Small Pond
- It was better to be a medium-sized fish in a big pond than a big fish in a small pond, my father said. The medium-sized fish could make its money and go more or less unnoticed by the police. Half of San Bernardo were millionaires and the other half were in jail, but in our part of town we'd stuck out like a sore thumb. Police were trying to clear the swamp everywhere they could, but right now the focus was on our side.
- I think my father knew something and that's why we relocated so quickly, first Darren and then the three of us. I didn't see the house until moving day, but it was one of the nicest around that had belonged to one of the Curros. The owner had been sentenced to fifteen years in prison, no possibility of parole, and his wife said that she'd be leaving La Linea and good riddance, because it was becoming a police state.
- "They're all onto us," she said ominously, handing the keys over. "They won't let anyone make an honest living anymore."