Dr. NoSleep

Salazar made a show of checking between her legs.

I thought you might have some balls, but I guess I was wrong.

You're just a stupid whore who thinks you can steal from a Latin king and get away with it.

He laughed without humor.

Now what do you think, bitch?

Suddenly, it came back to me.

I had heard the story secondhand through Delia.

Apparently, Irma's aunt owned a vacation home in town.

Since her aunt only came down a couple of times a year, she asked Irma to keep an eye on it.

Three weeks ago, Irma had gone to check it out, finding that some men had broken into the place and were squatting there, using it as a party house.

She'd called the sheriff's office and had them kicked out, but the men had left some belongings, namely a PS4 and some clothes.

When Edwin Salazar had contacted Irma to get his stuff back, she told him she'd already thrown it away.

It seemed like such a strange thing.

Could this all be about a game system in some clothes?

About pissing off some crazy gang member?

The absurdity hit me like a baseball bat.

I'm going to die tonight over a fucking PS4, I thought with a cynical inward laugh.

Then Salazar yanked the knife out of Irma's hand.

He jammed it into her pelvis and dragged it up toward her ribs, opening a massive wound in her torso.

My inward laughter died as I watched Irma scream and drive.