Dolores sat in a room alone. It was a very small room with a single bed and only plastic furniture. A young man with tattoos and a nose piercing walked in.

“The queen of the Sisterhood in my hostel? It must be my lucky day”, he said.

“I don’t have time for that, Crue. Someone cut off my son’s feet and one of his ears. I have no interest in getting revenge but I do want to know what this is about”, she said.

“Pablo? I thought he was out of the country. Oh man, that’s fucked up. I told him to stay away from those innocent ladies. Like dude...