Just across the river from Domingo’s back door, Daisy walked along the railroad tracks that ran alongside the cement LA River bank. She stopped and looked around, looked up, just above the skyline one last time, near to where she’d seen the puff of light rise. Her Pentax was strung around her neck. She held it in her hand, supporting the old zoom lens. The lens cap was off. As the rising moon brightened, a bit of its light reflected off of her lens and bounced across the river bed, pooling its way across the crack in Domingos’ bolted back door
Inside Domingos’ sad kitchen, that sliver of moonlight found its way through the crack in the back door. As it crossed over the dead girls, something purple shimmered just as Rhea glanced back down at them. She looked closer; she bent down. Transfixed. Strickland finished his call, hung up and turned to her.
“They’ll be here in five, you should go–” he told her. But she wasn’t listening. A sound caught in her throat. He looked closer; looked at what she was looking at. One of the girl’s arms was tucked under her dress; her wrist was barely visible. Wrapped around that wrist was a plastic bracelet with a purple tin charm on it that advertised “Boom Boom Carneceria. Ensenada. Mexico.”