My favorite paragraph from a story I’ve been writing called “A Firework Over Lake Michigan” totally out of context
“Milly walked around with two chicken cutlets spilling out of her blouse and two flank steaks tucked in her back pockets. Bill would see her and get hungry. He wanted to pour barbeque sauce all over her. They always said she had a little bit of Spanish in her. He wanted to take her south across the border and taste her chilli.”
Be nice. Keep it clean. Stay on topic. No spam.
Out popped a dozen people in dark windbreakers identifying them as feds -- agents from Homeland Security and Immigration and Customs Enforcement. Some raced to the loading docks. Others hurried through the front door. All were armed.
"I just sell honey -- what the hell is this all about?" he remembered asking, as he was hustled into a tiny room with his office manager and truck driver. Three days before the April 25 raid, customs had persuaded a federal judge in Seattle to issue the search warrant shoved in Ingalls' hands. But it wasn't until Ingalls read "Attachment D" that he understood why investigators were seizing his business records, passport, phone logs, photographs, Rolodexes, mail and computer files -- almost anything that could be copied or hauled away.Honey Laundering: A sticky trail of intrigue and crime - Andrew Schneider - #
