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Fortunately, I had made a note of Liliana’s address the day I drove her home. If not, I never would have remembered how to find her house. So many of these buildings in this part of town are similar. Given that, and the numbered streets, I would have been driving in circles. I pulled into the side alley again and turned off the engine. A couple of young boys at the end of the alley were kicking a soccer ball back and forth. As I watched, one kid twisted and using his hip returned the ball to his opponent. I smiled, ulama in practice. I wondered how much, if anything, those boys knew about the game.
I grabbed the folder full of paperwork, climbed out and slung my purse over my shoulder. I started up the stairs to the front door and pushed it open. This time of day, Liliana should be ge
