Michael Daniel Hale
April 14th 2007, 6:00pm
I went to see Emlio Sanchez in lockup today.
There is something fishy about the FBI’s take on this
investigation that I do not like. There are too many questions that
they think are being answered by Mr. Delgado.
Sanchez fed me a cock-and-bull story about his
innocence in the shooting murders, jawing on about he was
railroaded by the system – telling him about his daughter
shut him up fast. I’ve seen some tough characters in my time,
and with his scars and tattoos, Sanchez ranks up there with many of
them – it made the fear that sunk into his eyes all the more
Like a real tough-guy he told me it was taken
care of. So I let on how the FBI caught up with Marino Delgado but
Catalina wasn’t with the man.
After a little hemming and hawing and more
posturing Sanchez finally broke down and told me that he’d
been threatened in his prison cell (and conveniently did not tell
any of the guards.) He had received the death threat in the form of
a broken rosary with thirteen beads, dipped in blood, and wrapped
around a photograph of his daughter. This meant, he said, that she
had thirteen days to live. I wrote down the name and address of the
place he had asked his brother-in-law to take Catalina in case the
FBI might use it, but I don’t think she’s there.
Sanchez would not reveal to me who would have
given him such a threat, but he surmised that he had many enemies
who could reach into the prison to deliver it. He suggested a rival
gang, the Dos Toros, but I suspect he’s hiding something. He
probably knows about his gang brothers being murdered. Chances are
he believes he’s next.
Then something weird happened after I returned
to the station.
After taking a long shower, in the lockers I
discovered this written on the fogged mirror:
Find Salvador Vega.
Save the little
I can say without a doubt that I was alone in
the locker room. George at the front desk said nobody entered or
exited while I was in there. The words were drawn with a finger so
that when the mirror fogged they would appear. The writing appears
to be by the same person who left the message with the eye liner
pencil. (The lab has matched the sample from that mirror to the
pencil taken from Mrs. Boughtwood’s house. How is she
involved in this?)
As I cannot tell anyone about this message
left for me in the locker room. I am keeping my mouth shut.
Perhaps it’s time that I talked to