FIRESTORM 5

Silvia rested her eyes as she leaned back on the bed.  She wound was stiff and agitated, but the real ache she felt was in her heart.

She couldn’t imagine the pain that Pepa had to be feeling.  She knew the hurt she had felt when everyone was told Lucas had been killed in that car explosion.  She couldn’t fathom her response if ( Read more... )

Pepa closed the door of Don Lorenzo’s office quietly.  He turned in his chair and met her eyes.  She saw the pain in his eyes and wondered if she bore the same look.

“Pepa.” He said softly as he stood.  He crossed the room in two strides and embraced the taller woman in a strong hug.

He grasped the sides of her head and stared into he ( Read more... )

The squad room was eerily quiet as the officers of San Antonio worked.  It had been this way all week.  The mood was somber at best.  A black bunting stretched across the top of the entrance to the station. Flowers lay against the side of the building. In the squad room four fresh portraits hung on the wall each with a black band across the top. ( Read more... )

Paco looked at his sister as she sat facing the wall at Santa Francis hospital.

Pepa had changed out of her wedding dress and now wore blue jeans and an oversized San Antonio Police t-shirt.  She had scrubbed her hands for what seemed like hours but still had a line of blood streaked down her neck.

Her hands were red and raw from all the ( Read more... )