Día de los Muertos: Chapter 7

Seven Hotel Cuauhtémoc / 8:25 A.M. The Hotel Cuauhtémoc’s arcade shaded the rooms against a savage morning sun. The hotel was from another era, when Tijuana was a small desert town. Across the dirt street were the last few hovels in Tijuana’s worst...

Día de los Muertos: Chapter 6

  Six Wang’s Rancho / 7:15 A.M. Driving into Wang’s rancho, Calhoun had glanced at Castro. He was his one true friend. In Tijuana, that was saying a lot. There was something about Castro that made you know he liked you. The way he looked at you....

Día de los Muertos: Chapter 5

Five Amigo Motel / 6:15 A.M. Celeste followed him into his room at the Amigo Motel, still not knowing what exactly what to expect from him. They hadn’t talked much in the jeep. Calhoun could tell she was disappointed by the place but tried not to show it. He...

Día de los Muertos: Chapter 4

Four Sunrise / Day of the Dead Day of the Dead, Calhoun told himself. So what. Calhoun unwrapped the traditional holiday candy he’d bought the night before at the race track. A black licorice figure with its skeleton superimposed in white. He threw the candy...

Día de los Muertos: Chapter 3

Three The Border / November 1—11:00 P.M. Tijuana is worse at night, sinister. Paloma Vasco liked the tawdry, salacious feel. Going back into Tijuana was like putting on crotchless panties. The sight of the foreign town across the bridge made her feel like doing nasty...