CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
JULY 14, 9 AM
PHOENIX POLICE DEPARTMENT
Because I feel sorry for Marguerita, I decide to take another swing by the jail and try and talk some sense into Miguel.
I wave to Captain Reed and ask the desk clerk if I can see Miguel once again.
He says, “Take a seat, and we will bring him up to a room.”
“Miguel, have you thought about what I told you about turning state’s evidence and receiving a lighter sentence because you are under the age of eighteen. You would serve your sentence in a juvenile facility, which is quite a bit nicer than the adult jailhouse.
“Yeah, my court-appointed lawyer said the same thing.”
“Well, what is your decision?”
“Yes, I guess I will. Seems like the best thing to do. My mother is frantic with the whole situation. Her English is no good,
