All I knew about the man was that he liked Corona beer and, like Rafael, was a wannabe combat biker. He was a fervid supporter of the Houston Mustangs—arch rivals of the Seattle Timber Wolves in this year’s race for the conference championships. He even had a tattoo of the team’s logo—a horse with motorcycle wheels instead of legs, popping a wheelie—on the back of his right hand. The colors were still fresh—the tattoo must have been brand new.