Twenty-Four
A week later I was finally able to get the Sanchez’s back into their home. Hector and I were working closer together to get the home fixed and cleaned. In the meantime, the Sanchez’s were getting ready to open the restaurant. It was a Sunday and we were riding together to pick them up and take them home. When we got to the hotel Hector said, “man, could you have found a twenty dollar a night motel. Instead, you are putting them in this place. I haven’t even stayed here yet.”
“They probably don’t have a thug special anyway.”
We loaded the SUV with all the belongings they had brought with them. The drive home was short and when we pulled into their driveway they all took in a breath. I replaced the front door and had the yard cleaned up. There had been blood everywhere, but th
