June 30, 1992 |
In Jean Sanders' office, a prayer or two share wall space with a warning about bounced checks. Sanders is on the phone. "Good afternoon. Angeles Abbey," she says, in a voice that is not the least bit unctuous. A mortuary is calling. Sanders, who has fielded hundreds of these calls, duly notes the name of the deceased. Then she asks, "Is this gang-related? What does his body look like? Is he shot or not?" The death is gang-related.