Gila Bend, Arizona sang along with the dry wind.
Even people driving through town with their windows down heard the crooning, the final foul notes of a mournful stanza.
In Bel Air, police cordoned off the crime scene. Their yellow tape worked like a morbid magnet for the locals driving past along Bel Air Road, luring them into a world they spent heavily to avoid.
First the hotel explosion and now this.
They cut the body down. Off it went to the LA County Medical Examiner-Coroner Office on Mission Road.
When a tech examined the restaurant manager, she figured this was the work of a cartel.
From his shirt pocket she took a business card for a Mexican Auto Insurance agency in in Gila Bend, Arizona. An 818 area code phone number was written on the back.
The handwriting was heavy but precise. The fountain pen ink was a garish green.
