C'mere. Come closer to the fence.

So this piece of work here is Juan Sacalxot, from Oaxaca. His charges were vehicle code stuff (I didn't bother looking them up) and probation violation. He lived in Koreatown, in one of Los Angeles' many gang areas. We (The Boss, Miss M, and I) went first to his home address, and as we got out of our cars the cops rolled by. That saved us a call, we explained what we were doing, and one of them informed us that a handcuff would work just perfectly to get through the fence and open the security door.

Well, there was a guy on the second floor watching the street, so we went around the corner so he wouldn't think we were going to that building. We headed around to the back and found a six-foot cement wall, topped with four feet of chain-link, topped with razor wire. With at least 20 pairs of eyes on us from the parking lot and the other apartments on the other side, we bent back a section of wire and made a hole just large enough to shimmy through. 

Miss M went up the back stairs while The Boss and I headed to the front. As we walked up the building manager stuck his head out, so we asked after our friend Juan. The manager knew Juan, and knew where he worked, since he had taken his car to the body shop where Juan worked, and with a little help from his wife was able to locate an address for another body shop across the street. He said Juan usually got home at 9 or 10, if at all, so we decided not to hit the apartment yet, and headed to his workplace up on Sunset Boulevard.

Arriving there, we encountered another fence. Twelve feet high or so, but no razor wire on top. The shop was closed and the gate padlocked, but there were lights on inside. As we were preparing to go over, who should walk out of the shop but Juan himself! We called him over (not sure why he came) and asked him his name. He thought for a moment and said it was Manuel. Well, we did have a picture, so we told him to come closer to the fence (he did that too - not very smart, this guy) and The Boss grabbed him by the shirt while Miss M cuffed him to the gate. I provided a convenient shoulder for The Boss to go over the fence and let Juan's boss know what was going on so he could unlock the gate. 

Then the usual shenanigans at IRC and a Denny's finisher to the evening. Later I had to go retrieve a couple GPS trackers from a car up in the Valley, but nothing to write about there, really.