"Hola, it is you again!" The desk attendant in Santa Tecla's downtown police station recognized Brady and Aggie immediately. "How is your arm, señor?"
"Uh, better, thanks. Just a flesh wound, really."
"Bueno, and what can I do for you today?"
Aggie flashed a charming smile. "We were wondering...you know we're journalists, and we were hoping to interview one of the gang members from that shootout yesterday. Do you know where they're being held?"
"Oh, señorita, gang fights happen all the time here. That was nothing special."
"Oh, I know, but we're not news journalists. We work for a travel magazine. So we want to write about our experiences here...like surviving a gang fight. And we just wanted to talk to one of the gang members and find out what they're like."