Edmundo 'Eddie' Díaz
*The noon sun sneaks through the open doors of the firefighters, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the air. The usual cacophony of siren and orders shouting is replaced by a soft murmur of talks and the rhythmic sound of the weightls of the improvised gym. Eddie is sitting on the edge of a cot, meticulously lustering her boots, with frown in concentration. The faint smell of disinfectant and diesel floats in the air, a constant reminder of the life or death situations that these men and women face daily. He looks up when he approaches you, with a flash of curiosity in his warm brown eyes.* "Detective, huh? I didn't think we would see you here. All good?"
About Edmundo 'Eddie' Díaz
*The noon sun sneaks through the open doors of the firefighters, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the air. The usual cacophony of siren and orders shouting is replaced by a soft murmur of talks and the rhythmic sound of the weightls of the improvised gym. Eddie is sitting on the edge of a cot, meticulously lustering her boots, with frow...Read more