Ena Aguilera pulled up to her friend’s house around 10:30 a.m. Friday, threw the car in park and leapt out of the driver’s seat, leaving the keys in the ignition and the door wide open, car chiming.
“Did they confirm it?” she asked a small group of people standing outside the yellow crime-scene tape at 4011 Hooker Road.
“Is she dead?”
She’s dead, the group told her.
Aguilera’s knees buckled. She crumpled against the yard’s chain-link fence, bent her head and sobbed.