Zack Martinez Case 10

Zack Martinez knew it was going to be bad the minute he pulled up to the little stucco house.

Neat lawn: check; trees: check; carefully pruned roses: check.

He'd seen places like this before. Hell, he'd grown up in one. He could still hear his parents arguing over what pan to use for the rice.

He looked around the living room. Overstuffed couches, soft beige carpeting, massive bloodstain from the crushed skull of the man. He didn't need to look closely at the overturned table and scattered wooden p