Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 197

We went down the street, with me scanning every corner, every alley, to a cantina called El Botin.

"Okay," Russo said, "I've got to pick up some money from an associate here. Then we'll head back to the good ole' U.S. of A."

I looked at the sign, "What does El Botin mean?"

Russo opened the door, "The Loot."

"Appropriate," I said as we went inside.

I really felt like I had been dropped into a western movie ever since I got to Mexico. This looked like a typical saloon where a gunfight over a poker game should take place...