Arthur Mendoza — The Morgue Wedding Mystery
Drag me to work on my day off?”
“I know you.
You’ll be miserable if you stay here staring at the calendar.”
He drove me past a stretch of desert outside the city and turned onto a dirt road.
A new wellhead stood beside a freshly painted storage tank.
A small sign read: Mendoza Community Water Project.
“What is this?” I asked.
Miguel grinned.