The hot California sun beat down on the cracked pavement of Brooklyn Avenue in East Los Angeles. Moe "Snake-Eyes" Juarez pulled his battered 1949 Ford Woody up to the curb, killing the engine with a sputter. He'd been driving these streets for over a decade, working cases from his cramped office above a noisy bakery. As Juarez stepped out onto the sidewalk, he adjusted the brim of his fedora against the glare. This neighborhood had been his...