Has no one put two and two together?
This is a very fine Fox series.
You know, FOX.
And the serial killer in nearly every communication to taunt
the authorities asks in his annoying whine why the lives of dead brown girls
are worth so much less than those of white girls.
“I didn’t think they were,” one wants to say. “Why do you say
they are?”
(Over the years, I have seen liberals writing about the
murders of Juarez many times assert this disparity between the value of brown
and white lives. Why do they so disvalue brown lives, eh?)
Odd slips in the writing of this really engaging series,
from time to time, though.
In the latest episode, the often remarkably unintelligent Charlotte
Millright goes to the police station house to return Marco Ruiz’s wallet, apparently
lost in her home the night the Mexican cop kept her warm.
That’s the same Charlotte who couldn’t see trouble coming
when she closed the cross-border tunnel on her ranch.
Or when she reopened it, for that matter.
Does she discreetly call from the parking lot and ask Ruiz
to come out to her car to get his wallet, after calling ahead to be sure he would actually be there before making the drive to town?
Does she wrap it in an envelope or box and bring it inside
to leave at his desk or to be passed on to him by co-workers?
Nope.
She just shows up when he isn't there and hands the wallet over to the biggest gossip in the
station, so it’s pretty sure word of Marco’s big night out will be all over the
station fairly soon, and get back to his wife.
And yet, they seemed to part on good terms, the morning after their night of passion.
And yet, they seemed to part on good terms, the morning after their night of passion.
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