By EDUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ
RIO GRANDE CITY, Texas | Everyone knew her as Connie. Connie, the snitch. What did she know about this, Detective Luis Perez asked himself as he drove to her place. A former bartender now too jaded to ply that gig, Connie Cavazos still cut a wild path across the Mexican border nightlife scene.
It was said that if anyone had dated every man in town, well, it had to be Connie.
Her name and physical attributes were talked about in bars across the county. Gossip and facts came to her like steel balls to a magnet. Yes, her record at Rio Grande City PeeDee was a rather long one, but this was the Mexican border, home to the most creative criminals on the planet.
More creative than the best of drug traffickers. For sure.
Bodies were being seen floating over in the Rio Grande and a local reporter had been stabbed to death here recently. Connie had known the latter's name before the cops and the press had it. How she made her living was nobody's business, Connie would say, although any of her nosey neighbors would have told you that cars pulled up to her place at all hours of the night and rhythmic moaning & groaning was the music they always heard coming from her aging ranch house.
Perez knew at least seven cops who had been, shall we say, overly friendly with Connie.
Once she had been attractive, but that was years back, when Elvis was still alive. Detective Perez also knew she had some wild wits about her.
"Gotta stay a step ahead of her, Luis," he said aloud as he pulled up to her house...
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2 comments:
Is this by installments. I wanna know what happens to Connie. Part Two tomorrow, I hope.
This is really an excerpt from a longer story. I may post another one, although there is just so much else seemingly more important...
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