" Not in San Salvador, he thinks, where the shanty slums press against gleaming high-rises like the thatched huts of medieval peasants pressed against castle walls. Except these castle walls are patrolled by private security guards wielding automatic rifles and machine pistols. And at night, the guards venture out from the castle walls and ride through the villages ...and slaughter the peasants, leaving their bodies at crossroads and in the middle of village squares, and rape and kill women and execute children in front of their parents.
So the survivors will know their place.
It’s a killing ground, Art thinks.
El Salvador.
The Savior, my ass. "
― Don Winslow , The Power of the Dog (Power of the Dog #1)
