Miguel Martillo. The Hispanic P.I.

So I have this asshole neighbor. It almost came to blows with him one time; but apparently he's laundering money or something; but he seems to be trying to fob it off on me, somehow. I'm most certainly not going to be left holding the bag for some crook. I'm not Miguel Martillo for nothing. I don't know what the fuck is going on; but I will fucking find out, and I'm also gonna be there for his perp walk. Shit, Imma be the guy taking pictures and setting off fireworks. First rule of choosing a scapegoat is make sure it's a goat, and not a liger. 

Fuck you Jaime René Lopez Galindo. You fucking stupidass bitch. I hate cops; but Imma be cheering them on when they batter down your door.

How the fuck do people manage to build an elaborate money laundering scheme, which of course means that before that they had to build an illegal money making scheme, and yet they neglect to account for the fact that not only do I not suffer fools; but I also fucking hate their guts on a personal level.

Seriously, of all the addresses in all the world, he chooses the one of the guy that woulda kicked his ass if his wife and daughter hadn't dragged him into his house at toeing the line time, to commit fucking bank fraud.