Josh Mankiewicz

It was around 11 on the morning of November 17th, 2014, three months to the day after her husband's murder, that Sabrina Limon was taken into custody at her children's school. Like Jonathan Hearn, who had been arrested earlier, Sabrina was placed in the back of a patrol car and driven to the desert town of Boron, which was the closest Kern County Sheriff's Department substation

The body lay on the shop floor, the man's shaven head leaning against the front left tire of a service truck. There was a dime-sized hole in his chin and a pool of blood slowly congealing on the concrete floor. Scarlet stained the front of his shirt, which was stiffening in the dry desert air.

The body lay on the shop floor, the man's shaven head leaning against the front left tire of a service truck. There was a dime-sized hole in his chin and a pool of blood slowly congealing on the concrete floor. Scarlet stained the front of his shirt, which was stiffening in the dry desert air.

The body lay on the shop floor, the man's shaven head leaning against the front left tire of a service truck. There was a dime-sized hole in his chin and a pool of blood slowly congealing on the concrete floor. Scarlet stained the front of his shirt, which was stiffening in the dry desert air.

It was Friday, January 6th, 2017, when Sabrina Limon heard the knock at her door. When she answered, she saw a group of men standing there. One had a familiar face. It was homicide detective Randall Meyer. Strong hands pulled Sabrina's arms behind her back, and handcuffs were snapped onto her wrists.

It was Friday, January 6th, 2017, when Sabrina Limon heard the knock at her door. When she answered, she saw a group of men standing there. One had a familiar face. It was homicide detective Randall Meyer. Strong hands pulled Sabrina's arms behind her back, and handcuffs were snapped onto her wrists.

It was Friday, January 6th, 2017, when Sabrina Limon heard the knock at her door. When she answered, she saw a group of men standing there. One had a familiar face. It was homicide detective Randall Meyer. Strong hands pulled Sabrina's arms behind her back, and handcuffs were snapped onto her wrists.

Their eyes met in a busy grocery aisle at Costco. She was handing out tasty samples, maybe some crackers with a new savory spread. She did not know when he approached that this stranger wearing a firefighter's t-shirt was also walking into her private life. And he? Well, he never suspected the oversized role she would soon be playing in his.

Their eyes met in a busy grocery aisle at Costco. She was handing out tasty samples, maybe some crackers with a new savory spread. She did not know when he approached that this stranger wearing a firefighter's t-shirt was also walking into her private life. And he? Well, he never suspected the oversized role she would soon be playing in his.

Their eyes met in a busy grocery aisle at Costco. She was handing out tasty samples, maybe some crackers with a new savory spread. She did not know when he approached that this stranger wearing a firefighter's t-shirt was also walking into her private life. And he? Well, he never suspected the oversized role she would soon be playing in his.

The pizza joint was about half full when the undercover cop walked in. A midweek crowd having dinner out, parents studying menus, while kids played the video games along the wall. Beyond the front register, the cop caught a glimpse of Sabrina Limon's blonde head bent toward Jonathan Hearns, both deep in conversation. At the next table over, he saw some familiar faces.

The pizza joint was about half full when the undercover cop walked in. A midweek crowd having dinner out, parents studying menus, while kids played the video games along the wall. Beyond the front register, the cop caught a glimpse of Sabrina Limon's blonde head bent toward Jonathan Hearns, both deep in conversation. At the next table over, he saw some familiar faces.

The pizza joint was about half full when the undercover cop walked in. A midweek crowd having dinner out, parents studying menus, while kids played the video games along the wall. Beyond the front register, the cop caught a glimpse of Sabrina Limon's blonde head bent toward Jonathan Hearns, both deep in conversation. At the next table over, he saw some familiar faces.

A few feet away lay a bullet and a line of broken fluorescent glass, white and powdery, like a line of drugs. For more than an hour, silence hung over this scene of death and disorder. A quiet broken only by the occasional sound of a big diesel rig out on the highway. Then shortly before 7 p.m., a man scheduled to work second shift walked in. And that silence was replaced by screams.

A few feet away lay a bullet and a line of broken fluorescent glass, white and powdery, like a line of drugs. For more than an hour, silence hung over this scene of death and disorder. A quiet broken only by the occasional sound of a big diesel rig out on the highway. Then shortly before 7 p.m., a man scheduled to work second shift walked in. And that silence was replaced by screams.

A few feet away lay a bullet and a line of broken fluorescent glass, white and powdery, like a line of drugs. For more than an hour, silence hung over this scene of death and disorder. A quiet broken only by the occasional sound of a big diesel rig out on the highway. Then shortly before 7 p.m., a man scheduled to work second shift walked in. And that silence was replaced by screams.

It was a routine encounter like thousands of others, unremarkable in every way except for this. That fleeting moment in the grocery aisle and the events that followed had lifelong ramifications for both of them and for everyone who knew them.

It was a routine encounter like thousands of others, unremarkable in every way except for this. That fleeting moment in the grocery aisle and the events that followed had lifelong ramifications for both of them and for everyone who knew them.

It was a routine encounter like thousands of others, unremarkable in every way except for this. That fleeting moment in the grocery aisle and the events that followed had lifelong ramifications for both of them and for everyone who knew them.

As soon as Sabrina's sister Julie saw Detective Meyer, she dialed Sabrina's attorney, Richard Terry, in Bakersfield. He had assured Sabrina she had nothing to worry about. Now, the cops were at the door.