There they were, Kaleo, two, and Roxy, 10 months, hidden under the leaves of a willow shrub, their small, pale bodies lying on their sides, backs together, naked save for diapers. So I got a little closer, and I realized it was two little children,” he says. “Maybe I was nervous, but I couldn’t figure out if I saw two feet or three. “I figured I would see a big body.” He didn’t see anyone on first inspection, but soon, Kobe was barking at something about 65 feet in. “My eyes were set over there,” he tells me as we walk along the brush, pointing to the northern swoop of the creek. There was more on the bushes farther in, so he went deeper, but didn’t find anything.
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Ramirez unlatched the fence - four strands of barbed wire wrapped around wooden stakes - and first saw the blood over a patch of dried-out brush and rocks. So he went out with his son’s dog, a white mutt named Kobe, to investigate. Ramirez hadn’t heard anything the night before, but the neighbor looked shaken. It’s a quiet place, removed from the tourists who go to the oceanside restaurants and strip clubs in nearby Tijuana.
Ramirez, 47, lives on a farm next to fields of tomatoes and lettuce, in full view of the mesa-colored Cerro el Coronel, the area’s largest mountain. The sun had only just risen over Rosarito, Mexico, on August 9th when a neighbor told Roberto Salinas Ramirez about the blood spattered across the dry creek outside his small pink home.
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