Publisher's Synopsis
The hot California sun beat down on the cracked pavement of Brooklyn Avenue in East Los Angeles. Moe "Snake-Eyes" Juarez pulled his battered 1949 Ford Woody up to the curb, killing the engine with a sputter. He'd been driving these streets for over a decade, working cases from his cramped office above a noisy bakery.
As Juarez stepped out onto the sidewalk, he adjusted the brim of his fedora against the glare. This neighborhood had been his stomping grounds since the days of Prohibition back in the 1920s. A lot had changed since then, but the hustle and Code of the Streets remained the same.
