Murder, Progress, and the Mazatlán Paradox
Mazatlán buzzes with tourists at the Lighthouse, enjoying a weekend of sun and celebration. But violence mars the festivities – a murdered woman casts a dark shadow. The search for her killer begins.
The Mazatlán Lighthouse, that stoic giant atop El Crestón, has borne witness to it all. The ebb and flow of tourists, the tireless rhythm of the waves, the changing fortunes of the city lying below. But this Sunday, there was something different in the air – a buzzing energy that buzzed, drawing people upward like moths to the proverbial flame.
Early birds and sunseekers alike braved the spiral climb, 157 meters of winding steps promising the reward of a stupendous vista. The temperatures were, perhaps, conspiring in their favor, a gentle warmth that added to the adventure rather than detracting from it. Locals, out for both fitness and familiarity, mixed with wide-eyed tourists clutching cameras. Conversations swirled in a multitude of languages, united by that shared sense of wonder when Mazatlán's dazzling coastline unfurls below.
