NEXT TIME TAKE SKYLINE
Aug 27, 2017 · 8 min read
Dispatch sent me to a house in the Tucson foothills. It was a typical foothills community full of upper class false-adobe houses all painted the same sallow desert tan. No real color was allowed by the neighborhood ordinance. It was 111 degrees and there hadn’t even been a cloud in 4 days.
When I arrived in my cab I heard loud music inside the house. I didn’t see anybody. No phone number had been provided. I got out of the…
