It was a little after 5:30 in the morning. The fog was thick, the kind that makes it impossible to see even the tip of your nose, chilling you to the bone. Don “Chuy,” a seasoned trucker who’d spent years risking his life on the highways, was slowing down in his 18-wheeler. His coffee from Oxxo had gone cold and his eyes were heavy when he saw something that made him swerve and slam on the brakes, his truck’s tires screeching.

There, on the shoulder of the road, between the loose gravel and the frost-scorched grass, was a shape. It wasn’t a dog that had been run over, pal. It wasn’t a flat tire. The silhouette was unmistakably human.

“Damn! I thought it was someone asking for a ride, but she was very still, man, too still,” Don Chuy told our microphones, still with trembling hands and a face as pale as paper.

The truck driver, his heart pounding in his chest, got out with his flashlight. The beam pierced the darkness to reveal a horrific scene he would hardly be able to erase from his memory. Face down, her dark hair spread like a tragic fan across the damp earth, lay a woman.

IT WAS NOT AN ACCIDENT, IT WAS A HELLISH CRIME!

This is where things get really bad, folks. When the first National Guard patrols arrived—which, as usual, took a good forty minutes to show up, how strange!—the first official report, the one they like to give to avoid stirring things up, was “female deceased from apparent hit-and-run.”

LIES! ALL SHOW!

Our reporters, who get their hands dirty and have ears everywhere, managed to speak with one of the Red Cross paramedics who arrived to confirm the death. And what he told us off the record, asking for anonymity to avoid getting in trouble with his superiors, changes everything.

“Look, man, honestly, this doesn’t add up,” the paramedic confessed to us while nervously smoking a cigarette away from the yellow tape. “The girl doesn’t have the typical injuries from a high-speed hit-and-run. There are no open fractures, she’s not… you know, ‘spread out’ from the impact. She has marks on her neck and wrists. This poor woman wasn’t killed by a car, she was killed somewhere else and they dumped her here like she was trash. It’s messed up!”

Whack-a-boo! Just like you read it. The scene of the “accident” was a macabre setup. The shoulder of the road wasn’t where he took his last breath, but rather the dump some monsters used to get rid of the evidence.

THE VICTIM: WHO WAS SHE? PAIN HAS A FACE

The place quickly filled with onlookers, those ever-present gawkers, and the forensic experts from the Prosecutor’s Office, who arrived in their white astronaut-like suits to kick up dust and take photos. The wail of sirens and the flashing blue and red lights painted the morning with a sense of tragedy.

The victim, a young woman between 25 and 30 years old, was wearing light blue jeans, a pink sweatshirt, and worn white sneakers. Work clothes, the clothes of a woman who gets up early to work hard to put food on the table. She had no visible identification. Until that moment, she was an “Unknown N.”

But gossip travels fast in the nearby towns. And grief travels even faster. Around 8:00 AM, a heartbreaking scene broke through the police cordon. An elderly woman, her face contorted with anguish and leaning on the arm of another young man, arrived shouting, asking if the one lying there was her “Lupita.”

The screams of that mother when she recognized her daughter’s sneakers… Oh my God! Those screams are something no one should ever hear. They echoed along the highway and brought tears to the eyes of even the most hardened federal police officers.

It is presumed, although official DNA confirmation is lacking, that it is Guadalupe “N”, a single mother of two small children, a worker at a maquiladora in the nearby industrial park, who had been reported missing just last night when she did not arrive to pick up her children from the neighbor.

THE CHILLING DETAIL THAT THE PROSECUTION WANTS TO HIDE

And here’s the real kicker, folks, the information the mainstream media doesn’t dare publish. Why all the secrecy? Why did they cordon off such a large area?

It turns out that internal sources at the Forensic Medical Service (SEMEFO) leaked a piece of information that left us stunned. When they recovered the body, the forensic experts noticed that the victim’s right hand was clenched with brutal force, a result of rigor mortis.

They had to use force to pry open her fingers. And guess what they found? It wasn’t money, it wasn’t jewelry. It was a small piece of torn fabric, like from a shirt, and a very peculiar metal button. A key clue! Lupita fought to the very end! With her last breath, she managed to wrest something from her tormentor.

HOW LONG, MEXICO? A CRY FOR JUSTICE

Indignation hangs in the air. The road remains open, cars speeding by, glancing sideways at the patch of lime where the body lay, indifferent to the tragedy. But we cannot remain indifferent.

Another woman murdered. Another mother who won’t come home. More orphans who will grow up asking why. And meanwhile, the authorities come out with their lukewarm statements saying that “an investigation will be opened and will be pursued to the fullest extent.” Pure empty rhetoric! We’ve heard that story before.

Today, a humble family is devastated. Today, one or more femicide perpetrators walk free, perhaps washing the blood from their hands, perhaps planning their next attack, thinking that nothing happens in this country.

We demand answers! We don’t want this to be swept under the rug. We want to know who killed Lupita and why they dumped her like an animal on the side of the road.

Stay tuned to our social media channels. We’re not letting this one go. Our reporters are investigating who owns that metal button found in the victim’s hand. This is just the beginning, and it’s going to be explosive!

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