Like a retired detective pursuing justice pro bono on a cold case file, Jerry Mchale just can't give it up in his pursuit of Ernie Hernandez, Jr., his wife Norma and daughter Erin.  While many Brownsvillians accept the city and its opportunities as far superior to their struggles south of the Rio Bravo, worrying more about deportation than strict adherence to ethics by the politicos in their new country, Mchale is relentless in his insistance that the Hernandez family not milk this impoverished city for every loose centavo.
     Mchale cringes with every dime transferred from the Cameron County or Brownsville coffers to the Hernandez for printing, wrecker services or vending.  Why can't Mchale understand that the Hernandez's are simply opportunistic entrepeneurs, taking advantage of a lethargic legal system and uninterested populace?  Everyone in Cameron County who thinks Armando Villalobos as District Attorney has the intestinal fortitude to fight political corruption raise your hand.  I thought so.

     No one can force Jerry Mchale to seek the help of a mental health professional.  His  right to simmer, vex and scream at every Hernandez indiscretion is constitutionally protected.  But the Hernandez are beyond smart in playing a shell game with their companies doing business with the city and county.  They have a master plan.  If Erin gets elected, her husband Doroteo takes over the vending company with the county.  If Ernie somehow loses his county commissionership he is free to assume command.  The Hernandez are nothing if not legalistic jugglers.

 The odds of Jerry Mchale blocking the Hernandez corruption are equal to the odds of Don Quixote stopping the forward thrust of a heavy wooden windmill.