Letter From Mexico



	Dear Sylvia, I'll probably be back home way before you get this, but I figured I'd started this story with a letter so I may as well end it with one. As I told you in the last letter, I dragged Eddie Yamato back across the border and turned him over to the Federales. He still wouldn't admit he'd been trying to smuggle drugs, even though he didn't have any good explanation for why he’d been in such a hurry to leave Mexico. They locked him up for a few hours, just until someone showed up and handed them a couple grand in cash to let him go. Kravitz needs some friends like that. Anyway, the authorities finally decided to let Kravitz out as well. I guess they realized he’d never come up with any real money, and after all, keeping him locked up was costing them three meals a day. `Had it been me locked up in that jail, I'd have gotten the hell out of the country the minute they set me free. But not Kravitz. He'd gone down to Ensenada to fish, and damn it, he was going to fish.`


	He insisted I go on another trip with him. I couldn't say no--I didn't want to hurt his feelings and besides, he offered to pay . Someone in the carcel had told him about a great little island twenty miles southwest of Ensenada. Kravitz kept saying he could feel another 400 pounder just waiting for him there. What he ended with was a 15 lb. halibut which Luis grilled up for us when we got back to Ensenada. It tasted about ten times better than the tuna tacos from Kravitz's first fish, and Kravitz said it tasted a hundred times better than the slop they fed him in jail. I'm on my way back to L.A. any day now. I better get out of here before I get hooked up in another freebie case. Hopefully some paying work will be waiting for me when I get home. `See you soon,`