The next morning, investigator Paul Reyes strode through the entrance of Ana's Market with his two associates, scanning the modest bodega for signs of life. A few regulars milled about the aisles while an elderly woman presided over the front register.
"Remember, we need to handle this delicately," Paul reminded his team in a low tone. "No names or legal accusations that could make the employees clam up. Just present ourselves as new customers inquiring about that evening."
His associates, Greg and Yolanda, gave affirmative nods as they fanned out nonchalantly and began browsing the shelves filled with basic grocery items and sundries. It didn't take long before a portly man in his fifties emerged from the back room, eyeing them with mild curiosity.
"Morning, can I help you folks find anything?" he asked in a brusque Hispanic accent.
