The first thing Rosa did that morning after arriving at Sammy's cavernous house to clean was to walk through each room muting the television. Sammy had a one in every room on all the time, different channels, usually at top volume. It was insecurity - a noisy way to deal with his fear of being alone.
He once yelled at her for turning them all off. The next day all ten flat screens were gone. He found them at a flea market the next weekend, bought them back and paid Rosa's son Angel to re-install them. After that, he agreed to her compromise about muting the volume and came home alone every night to the big empty house comforted by flickering blue light in the windows.
Rosa didn't mind her early patrols to mute the TVs. But this morning - the morning when Sammy's plans came to a shuddering halt - something caught her eye. A lovely news woman stood in front of a ugly bulldozer, hair blowing into her face and sand sweeping across the scene.
Bones were found here on what is known as Perea Mesa, the newswoman said.
Rosa called Angel and said, "It's time."