Maria Torres (Blogophilia 48.7)
From inside the door, an owl like apparition gazed out at the detectives. She was dressed in a high neck blouse and jeans. The eyes and hair were dark and her face bore the lines of a hard life. Their reason for being at the door was all but certain to her. Sadness bloomed over the face. The little girl she was holding slipped down to the floor and hid behind her, wary of the strangers. The woman hesitated a moment, not wanting to plunge into the darkness spreading over her. “ Si, I am Maria Torres and Diego es mi herm …He is my brother. Forgive me, my English not so good. The news…can not be good if Policia is involved.” She took a step back. “Please come in” Entering the apartment, the smell of fresh tortillas and chilies enveloped them. The two men saw a neat and tidy living room. A small altar to Guadelupe , lit with candles, stood in the corner near the kitchen. A gray sofa and table stood at along the wall opposite the door. St...