The woman Andrea had interviewed was Gladys Soliz Portilla. She had been the owner of the second car that had gotten torched. It had only taken a few questions to get Gladys to open up about it. The woman, who had come from Mexico with her young son a few months ago, had her Dodge Neon towed from...
“Manny, let’s go have a talk.” Manny looked up, surprised. “Sure,” he said, and he followed Gil into an interrogation room. Manny eyed the manila file folder that Gil slapped on the table as he sat down. “What’s up, Gil?” he said as he took his seat across from Gil. “That’s what I’m wondering, Ma...
She managed to push the last log through the small opening of the beehive-shaped oven and then lit a match. The tinder caught easily, and soon a few of the logs started to turn black as the flames reached them. Inside the mobile home, her mother had a modern oven, but the dome-shaped horno in the...