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| The Thief of Chimayo | Shawn Rohrbach | ||||||
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The man convicted for the car burglaries in the parking lot in front of the old church at Chimayo had retired early in life a wealthy man. When the police raided his house they found among the empty Vodka bottles and pornographic material in a box marked 'barely legal teens' an unhealthy supply of heroin. He admitted to taking the goods not because he needed them but because after fifteen years of staring at a computer monitor he felt he was finally on the spiritual journey all of his life. The sentencing judge shook his head, asking if he had any last words. Phillip J. Randall stood erect and stared the judge squarely in the eyes. "You have not caught the real thief of Chimayo." |
2
The judge grunted. "No priors, standard range is one to five years. I'm sentencing you to one year to a correctional facility to be chosen by the State of New Mexico." The wooden hammer thwacked the top of the desk and the judge stood to leave. "Don't do this again." Ashley Corbin, reporter for the Sante Fe Mercury News made scrupulous notes and reviewed them before she returned to her office to file the story. She quoted Phillip Randall and paused before she sent the article to her copy editor. They had not caught the real thief of Chimayo. That was worth a story. The managing editor shook his head and said nothing which was always interpreted at the Mercury News as tacit approval. |
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