Agent Carrasco: A Short Story

"There was no sign of trauma or foul play. They have a couple tests; a neuropathology test and a toxicology test that we're waiting to come back."

"I'm sorry to hear that, I know how much you boys love solving those crimes. Can You?"

“You okay in there?” concern for his well being this is a trip he thinks to himself. Keeping me hostage feeding him and taking care of his wounds but not revealing themselves. Hunter just shakes his head and replies.

Oscar Casares made Mr. Perez a believable by describing her features “she measured five feet two inches and weighed 164 pounds,” (Casares line14) he also gives us a vivid detailed on how people watched her every time to bowl. In his short story Mr. Perez is the main character who is from a little town called Brownsville’s located in the board of Texas and Mexico. He opens the story with her at the bowling alley where everyone stops to watch her paly, Casares say “the ball’s cherry red and gold swirls made it look as if it were catching fire when released down the lane… People stopped to watch when she was up” (Casares line 2-4) in which the reader fells as if they can see her roll her ball.

“Watch your kid and next time this won’t happen,” I shout from the bench irritated that the boy made me lose my train of thought.

“He has barely spoken since his report back yesterday, I assume he’s just distraught over the battle.”

On September 6, 2015 a man tried to carve his name into a wall at the Alamo. The man was caught and taken to jail. He was faced with many charges.

“We’re going to keep him over night for observation. We’ll call you as soon as we have the results on the scan.”

She sighed loudly and replied " I am Alison Bergs, and I am head coroner of the Rowland county police department." squinting a bit more harshly at me she continued in a more aggravated tone, " This case is in my neck of the woods so THAT gives me a right to just BARGE in HERE" she turned her back on me and resumed taking pictures of the body on the floor . " What about you, who the heck are you," she questioned as she snapped away.

“Yeah. I don’t wanna get into all the gory details, but it went well and he’s feeling better.”

“Yes, I suppose so. I am sorry for having told you this. I hope you won’t hold it against me. I only wanted to help.”

“How many of you believe you are geniuses?” my English teacher at high school asked. One person raised their hand. “I have worked with kinder garden students and can someone guess how many students raised their hands when I asked them the same question?” No one said anything. “Every single hand in the class was raised.”

Mr. Gallego then mentions that one of his most memorable experiences from the war; was a near death experience. “I passed out from lake of oxygen in the ball turret; and you were suppose to die within three minutes, if you don't have oxygen. Up at that altitude at 30,000 ft. You die of anoxia. And every few minutes the bombardier would have an oxygen check. “Bombardier to crew, bombardier to crew. Oxygen check.” You're suppose to tail gun up that way.” Everyone had to respond whenever there was an oxygen check. They had called out to the person in the ball turret. “No response from the guy in the ball turret (chuckles) OK. Again, ball turret answer. No response.” They had sent a fellow crew member to help him. His name was Carl Jones, he was

“Good morning Norman,” I reply with a greeting and smile and head up to our department. Making small talk with the other agents in the elevator, I’m finally at my floor. I’m not even completely out of the elevator when I see Avery sprinting past me,

"Stop! Go away, get back on your side!" I bark the order at him like a drill sergent. He stops in his pursuit and looks me in the eye.