“Think we can go around?” We were parked on a dusty turnout. An abandoned red and white building, hacienda-style, sat tangled in weeds next to a pair of large, graffiti-scrawled, corrugated metal warehouses. Piled tires lined the sagging barbed wire fence, and a white semi-trailer, also overgrown with weeds, sat between us and the highway. Hermosillo was just over the … [Read more...] about The Devil You Don’t Know Chapter 4