
Carlos Montes was not expecting visitors at 5 a.m. After a confusing shuffle of flashlights, badges and broken doors, he ended up in the back seat of a police car in his pajamas, and with no idea of what was going on. They mentioned something about gun possession but it wasn’t clear. It was too early, too loud, too much for a misty May morning. What Montes did know was his rights. Some could...
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