The Juárez police arranged two patrol cars to wait at customs. Upon spotting Jimmy and his convoy, they immediately led the way to the Juárez police station.
Javier was driving, with Jimmy in the passenger seat. His right hand constantly rested on the grip of his Glock. Since crossing the customs, his heightened Sixth Sense had already sensed something—quite a few people were watching their convoy as it drove through the temporarily controlled route. Among them were some with malicious gazes, and Jimmy could even feel a tingling sense of danger, prompting him to frequently glance at the houses and side roads.
Many of the people along the road had tattoos on their bodies and faces, appearing rather unlike ordinary citizens, and their presence suggested they had received advance notice. This was not a good sign.
The DEA indeed had contacted the Juárez police, but for the information to have reached the gangs so quickly undermined the credibility of the Juárez police.
