Chapter 22
“Beto, Carlitos, there’s a policeman here to see you,” Virginia called from the front of the house.
“Do you think it’s good news?” Carlos asked.
“I’m never sure anymore. I guess we can say a little prayer before we talk to him.”
He gestured for Carlos to go first, which he reluctantly did. Virginia was with the officer, talking his ear off about something. “And does your mami worry about you?” she asked him.
“Yes, I have to text her every night when I get home, even though I’m thirty-five.”
“It don’t matter even if you’re seventy. She’s still your mom and you’re still her son, and she will worry.”
Carlos approached her and put his hand on her shoulder. “Is there something we can do for you, officer?”
“I thought you would like to know that something very strange happened
