CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
JULY 20, 9 AM
ARIZONA REPUBLIC NEWSPAPER
Yesterday was a good day. I got Miguel to make a statement that will probably help his case and reduce his time as he is a juvenile. Sure hope so, for Marguerita’s shake.
After having coffee at my desk and cleaning up phone calls and papers hanging around, I decide to wander down the street to the jail. Can’t wait to talk with Julio, the third kid that the cops picked up for the church heist and the street robbery.
I walk into the station with a wave to the desk officer and ask them to bring up Julio, the Mexican kid in the church theft.
“Sit down and take your turn,” the heavy-set guy behind the desk barks.
“Okay, hold your water. I’ll wait.”
In a few minutes, he waves at me to go into one of the holding rooms where they
