Who done it?
“Tio! Tio! Alli! Alli!” The two little Mexican boys grabbed their uncle’s hand and pulled him to the water’s edge. The older boy patted Tio's arm. “Es un delphin?”
Tio squatted next to the seaweed-covered mass on the beach and squinted in the late morning light. When he pulled back the slimy tufts, he saw the unmistakable blond hair. Drenched and tangled, it hid her swollen face. Her clothing was stained with blood. Tio dropped the seaweed and backed up crossing himself. “Mi Dios!” he exclaimed. When the younger of the two boys ran to see the discovery, Tio grabbed his arm and yanked him back. “No!”
The nephew’s eyes filled with tears. “Pero, Tio Miguel, quiero mirar un delphin.”
Tio knelt next to the little boy. “No es un delphin. Es muy terible. Yo debo contacto la policia.” He led the boys back to the truck, and then sped into town.