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the making of a massacre 133 to sign off on two sentencing reports I had writ- ten, when Edgar called to say his friend Toño had invited him over to watch a soccer match. I was pregnant, and by the time I got home, I was super- tired. Edgar had fed our daughter and given her a bath. It wasn’t until I woke up at two in the morning that I noticed Edgar wasn’t home. None of my calls went through. I said to myself, How strange that he hasn’t called. Edgar always called. I sat in an armchair the rest of the night and waited for him until about 6:30 a.m. Then I called my sister. I told her he hadn’t come home. So she came over, and wearing my pajamas, I went with her and my brother-in-law to Toño’s house. There was no one there, but there were signs of a strug- gle. Everything had been thrown around. The next morning, Saturday, March 19, the gun- men summoned several heavy-equipment oper- ators and ordered them to tear down dozens of houses and businesses across the region. Many of the properties were ransacked in broad daylight, in busy, well-to-do neighborhoods within sight or earshot not only of passersby but also of govern- ment offices, police stations, and military outposts. Claudia Sánchez’s 15-year-old son, Gerardo Heath, was kidnapped and killed in the attack, although he had nothing to do with the drug trade. Authorities never recovered his remains. Instead they provided Sánchez with an urn filled with dirt and ashes from Luis Garza’s ranch. She placed it inside this crypt.