CHAPTER 48
ARI
Gloria and her family lived in a small but tidy duplex between Santa Cruz and Watsonville. Not so convenient for Gloria to get to Seagrass Point, but until he lost his job, her husband had worked at a strawberry farm nearby. Although “farm” was something of a misnomer. It was a vast expanse of land owned by an international farming conglomerate, not a sweet little family-run place.
At least I’d solved the mystery of why he’d switched career—after leaving medicine, Alvaro Sanchez had penned several articles on the dangers of professional burnout. Too late for him, but perhaps the information would help somebody else?
A moment after I knocked on the door, footsteps approached, flip-flops on tile, and I heard the rattle of a chain. The click of a lock. After waiting most of
