Medina was in the front passenger seat and one of his crimies was behind the wheel. They double-parked in front of a vacant lot and called over the guy Medina was looking for: Luis Figueroa, who was drinking a forty-ounce bottle of beer and talking to some friends. Figueroa had recently come from Mexico illegally. When he wasn't working his fast food job, he hung around Worcester riding his bicycle, socializing, and drinking.
He lifted the entire joint or fowl up into the air, speared on a carving fork, and sliced pieces off it so that they fell on the plate below in perfectly organised patterns.
He should preferably be tall, weighty, well split up in the legs (especially from the hip-joint to the knee), neatly turned at the knee and ankle joints […]
