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this neighborhood. You've been asking about this man in connection to your sisters death. This man is a known pedophile and this could be seen as a public service by some but we don't like this shit.
    Iverson places a hand on Old Cops chest stopping him moving any closer to me. Iverson speaks.
    Manalito Santana is known to us and doesn't usually venture to these parts often. He is a pedophile, that much we know is true, and he is, excuse me, was, our prime suspect in the investigation into your sisters death.
    I notice that Iverson has a new sense of confidence. I notice his authority. I say.
    So you're the senior officer?
    He nods.
    Interesting.
    I tug the sheet back and look at Santana's corpse.
    He has a single hole above his right eye, it has powder burns. Close range. His sternum has two more holes. He was hit twice by what looks like a small caliber weapon. Then finished off real close with a bullet to the head. It looks personal, but it was professional. This is just how it was meant to look. The small caliber prevents exit wounds or spray patterns. Largo always carries a .22 on him. Won't kill a dog at twenty yards but at this range the damage is easily fatal.
    A pedophile you say?
    He was known and registered in LA and Orange County. As his other various illegal activities became more successful he became bolder and thought he was untouchable.
    Untouchable?
    You know his employer?
    I shrug. Largo doesn't move.
    Gichin Yama. You'll know him as Baba Yama.
    I shrug.
    Old Cop moves again.
    Don't fuck with us. This is case closed.
    Why did he, if it was him, kill my sister? You trying to say he tried to pick her up, she refused, and he puts her out the game, right there on the front porch?
    That's what I'm saying.
    Iverson picks up a manila folder from a tray behind him. He flips it open.
    Santana had committed a similar offense almost 2 years earlier. One of his gang took the rap but you know what happened?
    What happened?
    All the witnesses were paid off or intimidated into coercing his story. Someone had to take the heat. Yama got one of his team to place a deal. Santana walks.
    Largo speaks.
    Cunts.
    I'm emotionless. I want the Rage back, the anger, the heat. But this seems too cute for me. Too wrapped in a nice bow for me take home as a souvenir of the Golden State. I am calm, focused, fearless. I take the folder from Iverson. Old Cop doesn't like that and moves within striking distance. Largo also moves closer to me. I flick through the black and white stills and badly typed reports. Handwritten notes. Another female child was killed on a well-lit suburban street in front of 13 people. All the statements are hand-written, no one saw too much. Hispanic, latino, spanish, vague. All these words are common in the reports, and are threaded through the hand scrawled diction. Terrified, scared, lonely, frightened. Those words were not there but that's what I read. Until I crossed a name - Jennifer Gerbershaden. I scanned the words and nothing registered. I came back and read it again. I've seen that name before. Iverson takes the folder and looks back at the name I had traced with my finger.
    This is ... odd.
    Old Cop moves beside Iverson and looks at the statement.
    Largo asks.
    What's odd?
    This witness here. This is where his sister was the day she died. She's a neighbor of your mom's.
    I could feel it now. Rising. I smile. Rising like a temper but not. Like aggression but not. And now violence was imminent. I say.
    It's too clean. This woman knows or is linked to him.
    I point at the tattooed carcass.
    But she's a little too convenient to put my sister in his path. Nah. Something stinks this place up. Maybe you boys shouldn't worry about me so much, you already got a murder here to investigate.
    Iverson nods, closes the file, and says.
    You don't need to be here right now. We won't look too hard to find who dispatched this shithead. Bad rubbish is what they say.
    I nod and give Largo a nod to leave. We walk back into