Oct 22, 2018
@theshootingarrow
Imelda looked along the calle they were walking down, wondering when any of the things they found would start to make sense. Each ‘lead’ seemed only to make things more confusing or to take them in an entirely different direction, so much so that Imelda began to wonder if Héctor’s murder had gotten away with it after all.
No, no, she would not think like that. Hard work and determination had worked for her in every area of her life, it would work aquí. Even if it could not bring Héctor back, it could not change the past, it could find respuestas. Y justicia.
“So he played alone in this taverna tres noches before he was last seen alive....” She looked at the cantina with distaste “It looks like a cuchitril”