Santa Teresa

They drove into Santa Teresa from the south and the city looked to them like an enormous camp of gypsies or refugees ready to pick up and move at the slightest prompting.

There was no German consulate in Santa Teresa, so any steps in that direction could be ruled out from the start.

As they finished breakfast they speculated again about the motives that might have compelled Archimboldi to travel to Santa Teresa.

Then Norton got up to go to bed and Espinoza suggested they spend their last night in Santa Teresa together.

In Santa Teresa, in that horrible city, said Norton’s letter, I thought about Jimmy

The rest of the morning Espinoza would spend at an outdoor café in the neighborhood, the only neighborhood in Santa Teresa he liked, besides Rebeca’s, reading the local papers and drinking coffee and smoking.

And yet," said Pelletier, "I'm sure Archimboldi is here, in Santa Teresa.

but to the heat that swept Santa Teresa in the afternoons, the dry, dusty heat of a bitter sun, inescapable unless you lived in a new apartment with air-conditioning, which Amalfitano didn’t.

Amalfitano’s first few days in Santa Teresa and at the University of Santa Teresa were miserable, although Amalfitano was only half aware of the fact.

At that same moment the Santa Teresa police found the body of another teenage girl, half buried in a vacant lot in one of the neighborhoods on the edge of the city

He imagined himself locked up in an asylum in Santa Teresa or Hermosillo with Professor Pérez as his only occasional visitor...

Near another open field they saw the old railroad line that had once connected Santa Teresa to Ures and Hermosillo.

“How far is it to Santa Teresa?” he asked.

Most of the reporters were staying at the Hotel Sonora Resort, in the center of Santa Teresa.

In Santa Teresa almost all the girls have long hair.

By the time they reach the heights of Santa Teresa they’ll have disappeared.

The clerk shook his head and looked through a pile of papers on the desk until he found the card of a Santa Teresa cybercafé.

The first dead woman of May was never identified, so it was assumed she was a migrant from some central or southern state who had stopped in Santa Teresa on her way to the United States.

Epifanio tried to tune in a Santa Teresa radio station but he couldn’t get it and turned off the radio.

At El Altillo, when the first lights of Santa Teresa appeared, the police chief broke the silence into which the three of them had fallen.

At dusk they returned to Santa Teresa, children scattering through the countryside like defeated soldiers.

He’d been to Santa Teresa only once before, with some old women who had come to the market to sell herbs.

For three days her brother crisscrossed Santa Teresa on exhausting walks looking for a black car.

almost all Santa Teresa papers. The bottom ones were yellowing.

She lived in Huntsville, about thirty miles from Santa Teresa, in Arizona, and she had been to El Adobe first, with a friend, and then they had driven across the border, ready for a sampling, at least, of Santa Teresa’s nonstop nightlife.

he turned onto the Cananea–Santa Teresa highway, which was one of the prettiest highways he had ever seen in his life, especially at night, and drove nonstop to Santa Teresa

The second letter was from a woman. It had been postmarked in Santa Teresa itself.

The building was on Calle Alondra, in Colonia Podestá, in the upper part of Santa Teresa.

the news was on Santa Teresa TV and in the two city papers

Where do you think he is now? I don’t know, said María del Mar. In Santa Teresa?

He turned east and passed through Altar, Pueblo Nuevo, and Santa Ana, finally ending up on the four-lane highway to Nogales and Santa Teresa.

The first dead woman was found in a room at Mi Reposo, a hotel in the center of Santa Teresa.

I’m talking about the women brutally murdered in Santa Teresa, I’m talking about the girls and the mothers of families and the workers from all walks of life who turn up dead each day in the neighborhoods and on the edges of that industrious city in the northern part of our state. I’m talking about Santa Teresa. I’m talking about Santa Teresa.

At eighteen she had come to Santa Teresa, where she worked at the HorizonW&E maquiladora and El Mueble Mexicano.

He hadn’t forgotten—although he wondered himself why the memory persisted—the days he’d spent in Santa Teresa or the killings of women, or the priest-killer called the Penitent, who had vanished as mysteriously as he’d appeared.

In October no dead women turned up in Santa Teresa, in the city or the desert, and work to get rid of the illegal dump El Chile was permanently halted.

He owned two stores in Santa Teresa where he sold everything from Walkmans to computers, and he had another similar store in Tijuana.

...which was neither a village nor exactly a suburb of Santa Teresa, but a way station for the poorest of the poor...

The mayor of Santa Teresa announced to the press that the city could relax, the killer was behind bars and the subsequent killings of women were the work of common criminals.

The happy ending of the Erica Mendoza case earned the Santa Teresa police a modicum of trust in the media.

The place they were discovered was a spot the motorcyclists of Santa Teresa used for races.

In October the body of another woman was found in the desert, south of Santa Teresa, between two country roads.

taking him out to eat at the only place that served posole in the center of Santa Teresa at that murky time of night.

others said it was a strange man who didn’t speak to anyone in the neighborhood and sometimes didn’t appear for days, as if he worked outside of Santa Teresa

She confessed that she sometimes dreamed of giving up everything. In other words, making a drastic break, no holds barred. She dreamed, for example, of selling her apartment and two other properties she owned in Santa Teresa...

it was reported or hinted at in some Mexican media that films of real murders, snuff films, were being shot in the north, and that the capital of snuff was Santa Teresa.

In January, the correspondent for a Buenos Aires newspaper spent three days in Santa Teresa on his way to Los Angeles and wrote a story about the city and the killings of women.

This kind of event was as popular among Santa Teresa cops as jokes about women.

A week later Rafael Expósito borrowed a rifle and went walking to Santa Teresa.

Yolanda Palacio said it wasn’t all bad in Santa Teresa.

At the end of July, the Santa Teresa authorities, in collaboration with Sonora state officials, invited the investigator Albert Kessler to the city.

none of the women reported missing in Santa Teresa fit the description.

The night before Albert Kessler arrived in Santa Teresa, at four in the morning, Sergio González Rodríguez got a call from Azucena Esquivel Plata, reporter and PRI congresswoman.

So where do they live? asked one of the reporters. In Santa Teresa, but they have another house in Phoenix.

On the very day he arrived in Santa Teresa, Kessler left the hotel on his own.

Do you want me to answer as a resident of Santa Teresa or as a forensic scientist? asked Garibay in return.

and told the driver to take him to the illegal dump El Chile, the biggest illegal dump in Santa Teresa

When the reporters left the Santa Teresa penitentiary, the lawyer laid her head on the table and began to sob very softly...

Two days earlier, on November 23, there had been a march of women across Santa Teresa, from the university to city hall, protesting the killings of women and the climate of impunity.

Albert Kessler’s first lecture at the University of Santa Teresa was a popular success

according to his sources, laundered money for the Santa Teresa cartel, which was like saying the Sonora cartel.

The next day, first thing, after spending a sleepless night, I got on a plane to Hermosillo and then another to Santa Teresa.

In total, I spent two nights in Santa Teresa, staying at the Hotel México...

I want you to go to Santa Teresa and sniff around.

In Santa Teresa, on the lawyer’s recommendation, they stayed at the best hotel in the city, Las Dunas, although in Santa Teresa there were no dunes of any kind, as Ingrid informed Lotte, whether nearby or fifty miles around.

Lotte talked about Klaus and the killings of women in Santa Teresa.