The doorbell rang at Judge Moseley’s house, “a rumpled figure opened the door, what’s the emergency this time?” he asked snappily. The young assistant prosecutor said to the Judge, “we have a suspected felon fleeing to Costa Rica. He will be in Mexico to change flights in 2 and a half hours and that may be our last chance to grab him.” The judge looked at the affidavit, looked at the warrant, and signed it. “Good luck, young lady.”

The phone rang at the home of the Alabama Attorney General. “Buddy, this is Sid, how are you doing.” “Its midnight, how do you think I’m doin’?, the AG snapped. “I’m sorry, but we’ve got a fleeing accused felon who is about to land in Mexico City, I’ve emailed a copy of the arrest warrant to you, I need to you to get someone to nab this guy at the Mexico City Airport, or we’ll probably never catch him.”

Jack, Jr. exited the plane into the International terminal at Mexico City airport, the good news was he didn’t have to pass through Mexican customs where his passport might be flagged. He tried to think where he could sit and wait for his plane. He found a small cantina that was darkly lit. “Una cerveza, por favor”, he told the waitress. Shortly a beer appeared in front of him. “Uno Dollare”, the waitress said. He gave her a dollar bill and a dollar tip. “Gracias”, she said smiling. He sat quietly in the darkened cantina and began to feel more comfortable with his plan.

The phone rang at the home of the Assistant Attorney General International Division, “we have an arrest request for Mexico arising out of Alabama for attempted murder. Its urgent”. “Go ahead and send out the wire to the Mexican State Police with all information about the suspect”.

An email came onto the screen at the Mexican State Police headquarters which named Jack Jenkins, Jr. who was transferring to a Costa Rican flight to San Jose’ at Mexico City.