“How can a single photograph start all this?” The big cop asks me that question a second after he introduced himself as Detective Baquero. I look at him, our eyes locking briefly. My fingers laced together, shoulders hunched in a meek posture. I’m on his turf and I have to be careful. That doorknob I […]

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