CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
JUNE 29, 3 PM
PHOENIX SOUTH SIDE DISTRICT WAREHOUSES
It’s late afternoon, and I am cruising around in the warehouse district as some of the workers seem to be leaving for the day. I stop the car and roll down the window as two approach.
“I’m Gene McLain, a reporter for the Arizona Republic, and would like to ask you guys a few questions. Can you spare a minute?”
They stop, startled, look at each other and say, “Yeah.”
“I’m looking for a workshop that may be in one of these warehouses where an elderly guy melts gold and silver to make expensive jewelry. Do you know where that might be?”
They look confused, “Hey, guy, you are in the wrong place. Everything here is warehouses, stocked full of boxes. Seriously doubt anyone would be making jewelry here.”
They move al
