A DEATH IN LOOBAN“Are we lost?” Police Officer II Joshua Rios peered at the narrow road where his partner, Inspector SJ Tuason had taken a right from Commonwealth Avenue. There was a dead body in Looban Ocho and he could not find the place on Waze.
“Don’t worry. I know where it is,” Tuason said, though she could no longer find the once-familiar row of cheap apartments that marked the approach to Looban Ocho. The informal settlers must have encroached on the crumbling structure. It had been falling apart even in her teens.
“Why do we keep getting these cases with unidentified bodies in godforsaken places?” Rios muttered, tapping on his phone in a futile search.
Tuason ignored him and concentrated on the road. Her gray-green eyes, a color uncommon in someone with cinnamon skin, narrowed t
