Came back to my apartment. Everything was in its place - lucky me, lucky me.

But I saw a car out front I didn't recognize. Didn't belong to anyone in the complex I know.

Maybe someone got a new car. Maybe someone had a friend over. Maybe. Maybe.

But I don't leave things to chance.

I head down to La Merced, figured I'd see what Toni & Nico are doing. They've got their hands full - probably with Cartel bullshit - I don't care to butt in, frankly.

So I walk around. Get my pockets picked. And I have a cute little pickpocket lead the way to someone that'll help me. Someone in the slums, who has a little weight to throw around - Rat'Tail.

And I throw my own weight around, a little. Show them what I can do. Show them what I can do, for them. He gets a glint in his eye that I know.

For now, I've got a room well hidden from the Sinaloa. A dingy little dirt affair. Disgusting, and perfect for my purposes.

I got a little cot dragged down here, now, some food, a pallet of water, some batteries for my phones - and I use the showers, upstairs. The men don't bother me. I think I scared them a little when I jammed my fingers in Vincent's neck. That's fine. Fear is good for cultivating loyalty. And they don't like coming to see me, either - but they always thank me for fixing them up.

Good kids.

Rat'tail will work with me. As long as he thinks I'm worth the risk. I don't plan on proving to him that I am. But I do plan on keeping him around. If he can manage keeping the local kids out of his business, he can manage his territory well enough for what I'm planning. And he's got experience - he's got connections.

I plan to use both.