Chapter 30 Chapter Twenty Eight

We drove all the way to the hut on Northwest Fourth Street, where everything started. The yellow tape had long since disappeared. Deborah parked the car casually on the side of the road and got out of the car. I followed her to the next-door neighbor's house where I found it.Deborah rang the doorbell, and a moment later the door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses looking at us. "We're looking for Arielle Medina, it's urgent." Deborah flashed her police badge. The middle-aged man looked at her, then at me. "Wait a minute, please," he closed the door, opened it two minutes later, and let us in.

The old lady who had discovered the situation was sitting on a large, overstuffed couch. She was a little surprised to see Deborah, then stood up, hugged her, and pulled her to sit down beside her. The old lady spoke Spanish immediately.Although I can speak a little Spanish, I can only understand a few words of Ariel's long speech.Deborah didn't understand at all and just looked at me blankly. I told the old lady in broken Spanish that my sister didn't understand Spanish and she shook her head and called her son over and he started translating for her. "I came here from Santiago, Cuba, in 1962. Things were bad in Cuba, so I came to America because no one disappeared, no one was shot in the streets, no one was tortured. I was I thought so, but now I see this." She waved her finger to the next door.

"I need to ask you a few questions, have you ever seen the guy next door? The guy who did this? I need to know if we don't get him, this is going to happen." Debo Ra said, and Lazaro translated it. "Why are you asking me?" Ariel translated through his son, "This is not your job. A beautiful girl like you should have a husband and a family." I had to tell her in Spanish: The next victim is my sister's sweetheart. Ariel clicked her tongue and nodded. "I did see the man, maybe twice, at night and at a distance. The man was short, thin, and skinny. He wore a pair of big glasses. He never went out, It's quiet too. Sometimes we hear music." She smiled and added, "Tito Ponti.

"Ah," I said, and everyone turned their eyes to me, making me a little embarrassed, "loud music can drown out the sound." "Does he have a car?" Deborah asked, and Ariel frowned. "There's a van," said Ariel. "He drives a white van. It's old. It doesn't even have windows. It's clean, but it's rusted in a lot of places, and it's been hit and dented." .He usually always parks the car in the garage.” "Have you noticed his license plate?" I asked her. "I saw it, but I didn't remember it. Only people in movies remember license plate numbers. But I know it's a Florida license plate, the yellow license plate with a cartoon character on it."

I laughed inappropriately, and she stopped and glared at me. Deborah glared at me too. "What the fuck is so funny?" "I'm sorry, Debs, don't you know what that yellow Florida license plate is? This guy has such a license plate and does this kind of thing..." I couldn't laugh anymore, but This has used all my self-control. "Okay, what's so ridiculous about that yellow license plate?" "It's a special number plate," I said, "that says 'Choose Life' on it." The Danco doctor drove the struggling victims, injected them with various chemicals, dismembered them with great skill, and let them live through it all.Thinking of this, I couldn't help but giggle again.

"Choose life," I said. I really want to meet this guy for a while.