Executive’s Daughter Disappeared During Award Ceremony in Tijuana — 9 Years Later They Find THIS in a Hotel…/th

Executive’s Daughter Disappeared During Award Ceremony in Tijuana — 9 Years Later They Find THIS in a Hotel…

The daughter of an executive vanished during an award ceremony in Tijuana. Nine years later, something was discovered in a hotel. A cleaning worker pushed his cart down the hallway of the Plaza Tijuana Hotel. It was Tuesday, August 12, 2025, and renovations on the fifth floor had begun that week.

Miguel Ramírez Contreras had been working at the hotel for 15 years and knew every corner of the building. When he opened room 517, which had been closed since 2016, Miguel noticed something strange. Behind the radiator, partially hidden, a small golden chain was gleaming. He bent down and carefully picked it up.

It was a bracelet with an engraved plate: “Sofía M, 15 years old. With love, Dad.”

Miguel immediately recognized the name. Sofía Mendoza Herrera, the daughter of the pharmaceutical executive who had disappeared during the award ceremony of the Medical Association of Tijuana in April 2016. The case had made front-page headlines for months.

He immediately called the front desk:
“I need to speak with the manager. I found something important in room 517.”

Thirty minutes later, Miguel was sitting in front of Jaime Morales Rivera, the hotel’s current manager, who had not been working there during the events of 2016.

“Are you sure this is the same bracelet?” Morales asked.
“Absolutely. My wife followed the case very closely. The girl was 15 years old when she disappeared. This bracelet appeared in all the newspaper photos.”

Morales examined the piece of jewelry. Room 517 had remained out of service since 2016, officially due to plumbing problems that had never been fully repaired. Only maintenance staff had access.

“I’m going to call the police,” Morales decided. “And we should also contact the father.”

Roberto Mendoza Vázquez received the call at 3 p.m. in his office at Mendoza Laboratories. For nine years, not a single day had passed without him thinking of his daughter. He had hired private investigators, offered rewards, and kept the search alive when the authorities had practically shelved the case.

“They found what?” he asked, feeling his legs tremble.
“Your daughter’s bracelet, Mr. Mendoza—the one you gave her for her 15th birthday.”

Roberto closed his eyes. He remembered that bracelet perfectly. He had it custom-made at Ramírez Jewelry in downtown Tijuana.

Sofía was wearing it the night she disappeared.

“Where exactly did they find it?”
“In room 517, behind the radiator. It’s a room that has been closed since… well, since then.”

Roberto felt a mix of hope and terror. For nine years, he had imagined what might have happened to Sofía that night, April 28, 2016.

The award ceremony had been an elegant event—doctors, executives, pharmaceutical leaders, health sector personalities. Sofía had accompanied him as his special guest, proud to see her father receive recognition for his work in developing innovative medicines. At 9:30 p.m., Sofía had said she was going to the bathroom. She never returned.

“I’m on my way,” Roberto told the manager. “Don’t touch anything else.”

He immediately called Carmen Ruiz Delgado, the detective who had handled the original case. Carmen now worked in the Missing Persons Division of the Attorney General’s Office of Baja California.

“Detective Ruiz, this is Roberto Mendoza.”
“Mr. Mendoza, how are you?”
“They found Sofía’s bracelet at the Plaza Hotel.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line.
“Are you sure?”
“Completely. You can come to the hotel.”
“I’m leaving in 10 minutes.”

Roberto arrived at the Plaza Hotel at 4:15 p.m. The manager was waiting for him in the lobby along with Miguel, the worker who had made the discovery. Carmen Ruiz arrived 15 minutes later, accompanied by forensic technician Luis García Mendoza.

“Show me exactly where you found the bracelet,” Carmen requested.

They went up to the fifth floor. Room 517 looked exactly as Miguel had left it. The door open, cleaning tools beside the radiator.
“It was here,” Miguel explained, pointing to the space between the radiator and the wall. “It was barely visible, but it shone when the light hit it.”

Carmen put on latex gloves and examined the area carefully. Luis began photographing the scene.

“Was this room occupied the night of the disappearance?” Carmen asked the manager.
“I’d have to check the records, but I can tell you that since May 2016, it hasn’t been used for guests.”

Roberto watched everything in silence, his daughter’s bracelet sealed inside an evidence bag. The chain was delicate, made of 14-karat gold. The plate had a small dent he remembered perfectly. Sofía had made it while playing in the garden two weeks after receiving the gift.

“Mr. Mendoza,” Carmen said, “I need you to help me recall the details of that night—everything you can.”

Roberto took a deep breath. He had told the story hundreds of times, but each time it hurt the same.
“The ceremony began at 7. Sofía wore a navy blue dress we had bought especially for the occasion. We had dinner in the hotel’s main hall. I was to receive the award for pharmaceutical innovation for our work on diabetes medication.”

“Who else was present?”

Tijuana—executives from other pharmaceutical companies, officials from the Ministry of Health, around 300 people.

“Did Sofía speak with anyone in particular?”
Roberto thought for a moment. “With Dr. Eduardo Salinas Moreno. He was at our table. He was the president of the Medical Association, a very respected man. Sofía asked him about studying medicine.”

Carmen took notes. Salinas’ name appeared extensively in the original file. He had been one of the last people to see Sofía.

“At exactly what time did she disappear?”
“At 9:30. I was talking with other executives near the podium. Sofía excused herself and said she was going to the bathroom. After 20 minutes, I began to worry. I looked for her in the women’s restroom. I asked a lady to check inside. She wasn’t there.”

“What did you do then?”
“At first, we thought maybe she had stepped outside to get some fresh air in the hotel garden. But after an hour of searching, I called the police.”

Luis finished photographing the scene and began looking for other evidence. He passed an ultraviolet light through the room, checking surfaces for fingerprints.

“Was this room checked in 2016?” Luis asked the manager.
“Not that I recall—but I wasn’t working here at that time. The previous manager was Héctor Vega Santana. He retired in 2018.”

Carmen jotted another note. “We need to contact Mr. Vega.”

While Luis worked, Roberto walked around the room. It was a standard suite—king-sized bed, desk, armchair, full bathroom. The windows overlooked the hotel’s rear parking lot.

“Detective, why was this room closed for so long?” Roberto asked.
The manager cleared his throat. “According to the records, there were plumbing problems, leaks that damaged the floor. But now that I think about it, it’s strange it wasn’t repaired in nine years.”

Carmen and Roberto exchanged glances.
“I want to review all records from that night,” Carmen said. “Guest lists, employees on duty, maintenance logs—everything.”
“Of course. The files are in the administrative office.”

Luis finished his initial inspection. “I’ll need more time for a full analysis, but I can tell you this: there are blonde hair residues in the carpet near the radiator. And I found this.”

He held up a small bag containing what looked like a fragment of navy-blue fabric.

Roberto’s heart nearly stopped. Sofía’s dress had been navy blue. Carmen took the evidence bag. After nine years, they finally had something concrete. Sofía’s bracelet had not just appeared in that room by accident. Someone had put it there—or she herself had been there.

“Mr. Mendoza, I need you to prepare a list of every person you remember seeing that night. Doctors, executives, hotel staff—anyone.”
“I have it. I made it several times during the first years of the investigation.”

Carmen checked her watch. It was 6:30 p.m.
“Let’s head back to headquarters. I’m reopening the case officially, and we’re going to find Dr. Salinas. I have some new questions for him.”

As they left the hotel, Roberto looked once more toward the fifth floor. Room 517 had its curtains closed, as if guarding secrets that were finally beginning to surface. Sofía’s bracelet was just the beginning.

The next morning, at 7:30 a.m., Carmen Ruiz Delgado opened Sofía Mendoza’s case file in her office. The file contained 847 pages of testimonies, photographs, forensic reports, and investigative follow-ups. It had been one of the most high-profile cases of her career.

Roberto arrived promptly at 8, carrying a box filled with personal documents and photographs he had kept organized for nine years.
“Detective, here’s everything I collected on my own,” he said, placing the box on her desk.

Carmen began with the initial report. The disappearance had been reported at 10:47 p.m. on April 28, 2016. The first responding officers were Marcos Herrera López and Patricia Sánchez Medina.
“According to the original report, you searched for Sofía for an hour before calling us.”
“Exactly. We didn’t want to sound alarmist. We thought maybe she had gone to the garden or met someone she knew.”

Carmen reviewed the photographs of the scene. The Plaza Hotel’s main hall was elegantly decorated. Round tables with white tablecloths, floral centerpieces, a podium where the awards were presented.
“Who was specifically at your table?”

Roberto pulled out a photograph from his box.
“Here they are: me, Sofía, Dr. Eduardo Salinas Moreno and his wife, Lucía Herrera Campos; Dr. Raúl Miranda Castro and his wife, Ana Belén Ruiz Morales; and the pharmacist Jesús Torres Delgado with his wife, María Fernanda Paz Rivera.”

Carmen studied the photograph. Sofía looked radiant in her navy-blue dress, smiling beside her father. The golden bracelet was clearly visible on her right wrist.

“Dr. Salinas was extensively questioned in 2016.”
“Yes. He fully cooperated. He said Sofía had asked him about studying medicine. She seemed very interested in pediatrics.”

Carmen found Salinas’ testimony in the file. The doctor had been 52 at the time, married, two adult children, an impeccable reputation as a cardiologist and president of the Tijuana Medical Association. According to his statement, Sofía had left the table around 9:30 p.m. He saw her walking toward the bathrooms located in the hallway connecting the main hall with the hotel lobby.

Roberto nodded. That was the last time anyone had officially seen her.

Carmen continued reading. “But here’s something interesting. The testimony of housekeeper María del Carmen Pérez Hernández states that she saw a blonde-haired young woman getting into the elevator around 9:45 p.m. That was never fully confirmed.”

According to the report, the housekeeper had not been able to positively identify the girl as Sofía from the photographs shown to her. She said she only saw her from behind. Carmen marked that page with a sticky note. After the discovery of the bracelet on the fifth floor, the housekeeper’s testimony took on new relevance.

“Is Dr. Salinas still practicing?”
“As far as I know, yes. He has a clinic in the Zona Río. He’s also still very active in the medical association.”

Carmen picked up her phone and dialed Salinas’ office number. A receptionist answered after the third ring.
“Good morning, Dr. Salinas’ office.”
“This is Detective Carmen Ruiz from the PJE. I need to schedule an urgent appointment with the doctor for this afternoon.”
“Is it a medical emergency?”
“It’s an official matter with the Prosecutor’s Office related to a case we’re reviewing.”

There was a brief silence.
“The doctor is in surgery until 1:28 p.m. Could you come at 3:00?”
“Perfect, we’ll be there.”

Carmen hung up and continued reviewing the file. The original investigators had followed multiple lines of inquiry: kidnapping for ransom, human trafficking, crime of passion, accident. None had produced concrete results.

“Roberto, tell me about the family context. Did Sofía have a boyfriend? Any problems at school?”
Roberto shook his head. “She was an excellent student. She was in her second year of high school at the British Academy. She didn’t have a formal boyfriend, though there was a boy she liked—Alejandro Morales Vázquez. The investigators questioned him extensively. He had a solid alibi.”

Carmen found Morales’ testimony. On the day of the disappearance, he had been at his parents’ home preparing for an exam. Several relatives confirmed his presence.

“Did Sofía use drugs or alcohol?”
“Never. She was very responsible. Her big dream was to study medicine.”

Carmen reviewed the analysis of Sofía’s cellphone. The last message had been sent at 9:15 p.m. to her best friend, Valeria Campos Moreno:

‘The dinner was incredible. Dad looks super proud. I’ll send you photos later.’

She never sent the photos.

“Do you keep in touch with Valeria?”
“Yes. She now lives in Guadalajara. She’s a doctor. She always calls me on the anniversary of Sofía’s disappearance.”

Carmen made a note to contact Valeria Campos.

The security camera analysis had been limited.
In 2016, the Plaza Hotel had less coverage than it does now. The lobby cameras showed Sofía leaving the banquet hall toward the bathrooms at 9:31 p.m., but they didn’t cover the upper hallways or the elevators.

“There’s something that doesn’t add up,” Carmen said as she studied the hotel floor plans. “The bathrooms are on the ground floor. If Sofía went up to the fifth floor, it was for a specific reason.”

Roberto leaned in to look at the plans. “Do you think someone convinced her to go up? Or is it possible someone forced her?”

Carmen reviewed the hotel’s guest list from that night. On April 28, 2016, occupancy had been at 78%. A total of 156 rooms were registered. Room 517, where the bracelet was found, appeared listed as out of service since April 15, 2016.

“This is strange,” Carmen said. “That room had been closed for nearly two weeks before the disappearance.”

Roberto studied the document. “Then how did Sofía’s bracelet end up there?”

Carmen circled the room 517 entry in red pencil. “Someone had access to that room. Hotel staff, maintenance workers, or someone with a master key.”

She reviewed the list of employees on duty that night. General manager: Héctor Vega Santana. Staff included three receptionists, eight waiters, four cooks, two bartenders, six housekeepers, and two security guards.

“We need to talk to everyone who still works at the hotel,” Carmen decided.

Roberto pulled out a folder from his box with newspaper clippings. The headlines documented the evolution of the case: Pharmaceutical Executive’s Daughter Missing. Intensive Search for 15-Year-Old Girl. No Leads in Disappearance Case. Family Offers Reward of 500,000 Pesos.

“Is the reward still active?” Carmen asked.

“Yes. I raised it to one million pesos last year.”

Carmen closed the original file. They had work ahead of them.

“We’re going to completely restructure the investigation. Starting with Dr. Salinas this afternoon.”

At 2:45 p.m., Carmen and Roberto arrived at the office of Dr. Eduardo Salinas Moreno in the Zona Río. The building was modern, with a glass and marble façade. The office was on the 12th floor. The receptionist, a young woman named Adriana Vega Castillo, greeted them with visible nervousness.

“The doctor is expecting you. Please follow me.”

Dr. Salinas was an elegant man of 61, with graying hair, medium build, dressed in a spotless white coat. His office was decorated with diplomas, awards, and photos with health sector dignitaries.

“Detective Ruiz, Mr. Mendoza, please sit. How can I help you?”

Carmen noticed the doctor’s hands trembled slightly as he poured water into crystal glasses.

“Doctor, we’ve found new evidence in the disappearance of Sofía Mendoza. We need to revisit your original testimony.”

Dr. Salinas adjusted his glasses. “Of course. Though I must say, I already told you everything I knew back in 2016.”

Carmen opened her notebook. “Tell me exactly what you remember about that night.”

“It was a beautiful ceremony. Roberto was receiving a very well-deserved recognition for his work at Mendoza Laboratories. Sofía looked radiant, very proud of her father.”

“Did you speak with her at length?”

“Yes. She asked me about studying medicine. I explained the courses, the years of training. She seemed genuinely interested in pediatrics.”

Roberto interjected. “Doctor, did you notice anything unusual in Sofía that night? Did she seem nervous or uncomfortable?”

Dr. Salinas thought for a moment. “No, not at all. She was talkative, polite, a charming young lady.”

Carmen studied the doctor’s expression carefully.

“You saw her get up from the table?”

“Yes, she excused herself politely, said she was going to the restroom.”

“And you saw which way she went?”

“Toward the hallway where the bathrooms are.”

Carmen paused deliberately.

“Doctor, we found Sofía’s bracelet yesterday.”

The color drained from Dr. Salinas’s face. He dropped his glass of water, which shattered on the marble floor.

“Where? Where did you find it?”

“In a room at the Plaza Hotel. A room that had been out of service since before her disappearance.”

The doctor quickly bent down to pick up the shards of glass. “I’m sorry, how clumsy of me.”

Carmen and Roberto noticed his hands trembled even more.

“Doctor, do you have any idea how Sofía’s bracelet could have ended up in that room?”

Salinas stayed crouched, gathering pieces of glass. “No… I have no idea. This… this is shocking news.”

When he stood up, there was a cut on his index finger. Tiny drops of blood stained the floor.

“Do you need medical help?” Carmen asked.

“No, it’s nothing. Let me find a bandage.”

The doctor walked toward his desk, but Carmen noticed his movements were erratic, nervous.

“Doctor Salinas, did you have access to hotel rooms that night?”

“Why would I have access? I was just a guest at the ceremony.”

Carmen closed her notebook. “One more question. Do you remember which room you had at the hotel?”

The doctor put a bandage on his finger. “I wasn’t staying at the hotel. My home is here in Tijuana.”

Roberto frowned. “But doctor, I remember you mentioned staying at the hotel because your wife was returning from visiting her mother in Guadalajara the next day.”

An uncomfortable silence filled the office.

“You must be mistaken,” Dr. Salinas finally said. “My wife was with me at the ceremony.”

Carmen checked her notes from the original file. “According to your 2016 testimony, you said your wife couldn’t attend because she was in Guadalajara.”

The doctor removed his glasses and nervously cleaned them. “It’s been nine years. Maybe my memory isn’t so clear.”

Carmen stood up. “Doctor, we’re going to need you to come to headquarters tomorrow to clarify some inconsistencies in your testimony.”

“Am I a suspect?”

“It’s just to clarify details. Tomorrow at 10 a.m., is that fine?”

Dr. Salinas nodded, but his expression had completely changed. He was no longer the confident, respectable doctor who had greeted them 30 minutes earlier.

As they left the office, Carmen and Roberto exchanged meaningful glances. Dr. Salinas knew more than he had revealed in 2016. The search for Sofía Mendoza had just taken a new turn.

Roberto Mendoza couldn’t sleep that night. The contradictions in Dr. Salinas’s testimony kept running through his mind. At 6:00 a.m., he decided to begin his own parallel investigation.

His first stop was the home of Valeria Campos Moreno, Sofía’s best friend. Valeria was now 24, working as a medical resident at Tijuana General Hospital. She lived in a small apartment near the hospital.

“Mr. Mendoza,” Valeria said in surprise when she opened the door. “What are you doing here so early?”

“Valeria, they found Sofía’s bracelet yesterday. I need you to help me remember things I might have overlooked.”

Valeria’s face changed. For nine years, she had carried the guilt of not being there that night to accompany her best friend.

“Please, come in.”

“Where did they find the bracelet?”

Roberto explained the details of the discovery while Valeria made coffee.

“Sofía never took that bracelet off,” Valeria said. “She loved it because you gave it to her.”

“Did she tell you anything specific about the ceremony? Mention anyone in particular?”

Valeria thought. “She was very excited to accompany you. She told me she would meet important doctors and wanted to make a good impression because she was sure she’d study medicine.”

Roberto pulled out a photograph of the banquet table. “Do you recognize any of these people? Did Sofía mention any of them to you?”

Valeria studied the image carefully. “This older gentleman—that’s not Dr. Salinas? Yes, I remember Sofía mentioned him. She said he gave her his business card and told her that when she was ready for university, he could recommend her to the best medical schools.”

Roberto felt a stab of alarm. “Did she show you the card?”

“Yes, she was very excited. She kept it in her wallet like a treasure.”

Roberto remembered Sofía’s wallet. Investigators had never found it. Her disappearance had included her entire purse, wallet, phone, house keys.

“Valeria, did Sofía tell you if Dr. Salinas asked her to meet privately?”

“Not exactly, but now that I think about it, she said something strange.”

“What?”

“She told me that Dr. Salinas mentioned he had some medical books in his hotel room and that if she wanted, he could lend them to her.”

Roberto felt his heart race. “What exactly did she say?”

“That he was very kind, that other important doctors wouldn’t bother with a teenager, but he had taken the time to encourage her.”

She never took that bracelet off, Valeria said. She loved it because you gave it to her. Did she tell you anything specific about the ceremony? Did she mention anyone in particular? Valeria thought for a moment. She was very excited to go with you. She told me she was going to meet important doctors and that she wanted to make a good impression because she was sure she would study medicine.

Roberto pulled out a photograph of the table where they had dinner. “Do you recognize any of these people? Did Sofía tell you anything about any of them?” Valeria studied the image carefully. “This older gentleman, that’s not Dr. Salinas. Yes, you knew him. Sofía mentioned him to me. She said he had given her his business card and told her that when she was ready for university, he could recommend her to the best medical schools.” Roberto felt a sting of alarm. “Did she show you the card?” “Yes, she was very excited. She kept it in her wallet like it was a treasure.”

Roberto remembered Sofía’s wallet. Investigators had never found it. Her disappearance included her entire handbag, wallet, phone, and house keys. “Valeria, did Sofía ever tell you if Dr. Salinas suggested meeting in private?” “Not exactly, but now that I think about it, she did say something strange.” “What?” “She said that Dr. Salinas told her he had some medical books in his hotel room and that if she wanted, he could lend them to her.”

Roberto felt his heart race. “What exactly did she say?” “That he was very kind, that other important doctors didn’t bother talking to high school students, but that he was truly interested in helping young people with a vocation.” Roberto made a mental note.

Dr. Salinas had categorically denied ever staying at the hotel. Sofía planned to go to his room. “I don’t know. She only told me she had an incredible chance to impress important doctors.” Roberto said goodbye to Valeria and went straight to the Plaza Hotel. It was 8:30 a.m. and the new cleaning shift was just starting.

He found Miguel Ramírez on the fifth floor, still supervising renovations. “Miguel, I need to ask you something important. You worked here in 2016.” “Yes, Mr. Mendoza, I’ve been at the hotel for 15 years.” “Do you remember the night of the medical ceremony?” Miguel stopped sweeping. “Of course. That was the night your daughter disappeared. All the employees were interrogated.”

“Do you remember seeing Dr. Salinas that night? A man around 50, elegant, graying hair.” Miguel thought. “There were many doctors that night, but yes, I remember a man asking about available rooms on the fifth floor.” Roberto felt a rush of adrenaline.

“When was this?” “During the ceremony, around 9 p.m., he came to reception asking if there were quiet rooms available. He said he needed a private place to make important medical calls.” “Did they give him a room?” “You’d have to ask whoever was at reception that night. I think it was Silvia Moreno Vega.”

Roberto immediately went down to reception. The current manager, Jaime Morales, was reviewing morning reports. “Mr. Morales, I need to contact Silvia Moreno Vega, who worked at reception in 2016.” “Silvia no longer works here, but I have her contact information.”

Twenty minutes later, Roberto was standing outside a small café where Silvia now worked as an administrator. She was a 45-year-old woman with brown hair, visibly nervous when she saw him. “Mr. Mendoza, how did you find me?” “Silvia, they found new evidence about my daughter’s disappearance. I need you to help me remember that night.”

Silvia sat down heavily in a chair. “I’ve tried to forget that night for 9 years.” “Why?” “Because I feel like maybe I could have prevented what happened.” Roberto leaned closer. “Explain.” “That night, a doctor asked me for a room. He said he needed privacy to make urgent medical calls. I gave him the key to room 517.”

Roberto felt the pieces beginning to fit. “Do you remember his name?” “He didn’t give me his full name. He just said Doctor Salinas and showed me his medical ID.” “What time was this?” “Around 9:15. I remember because I was finishing up with dinner service in the main hall.” Roberto calculated. Sofía had gone to the bathroom at 9:30. If Salinas already had the key to room 517…

“Silvia, did the doctor return the key that night?” Silvia shook her head. “No. The next day, when all the chaos started with Sofía’s disappearance, I was too nervous to say anything. And later, it was too late.” “Why didn’t you tell the police?” “Because the manager, Mr. Héctor Vega, told me it was better not to complicate things—that if the doctor was respectable and only used the room for work, there was no reason to drag him into a scandal.”

Roberto felt a mix of rage and hope. “Mr. Vega ordered you not to say anything?” “Not exactly ordered, but he strongly suggested I keep quiet.” Roberto grabbed his phone and called Carmen Ruiz. “Detective, I have new information. Dr. Salinas did have a room that night—517.” Carmen was silent for a few seconds. “Are you sure?” “The receptionist just confirmed it.”

“And there’s more. The manager at the time told her not to mention anything to the police.” “Where are you now?” “At a café near the hotel with Silvia Moreno, the former receptionist.” “Don’t move. I’m on my way.”

While they waited, Roberto kept questioning Silvia. “Did you see Dr. Salinas go up to the room?” “Yes, he took the elevator around 9:20.” “Did you see him come back down?” “Not exactly, but I did see that the key was left at the reception desk when I arrived for work the next day.” “What time did you finish your shift that night?” “At 11, but I stayed later because of all the commotion over the search.”

Carmen arrived at the café in record time, accompanied by forensic technician Luis García. “Ms. Moreno,” Carmen said, “I need you to repeat everything you just told Mr. Mendoza.” Silvia repeated her testimony, adding details as her memory refreshed. “The doctor seemed very anxious to have the room. He specifically asked if there were quiet rooms available on higher floors.” Carmen took detailed notes.

“He said he would only need it for that night and asked me not to register it officially. He said he didn’t want to be disturbed.” Roberto cut in. “Detective, this means Dr. Salinas lied yesterday. He said he never stayed at the hotel.” Carmen closed her notebook. “Ms. Moreno, I need you to come with me to the station to give an official statement.”

As they walked toward their cars, Luis spoke quietly to Carmen. “If Salinas had the key to the room where we found the bracelet, and he knew Sofía was eager to learn more about medicine—” Carmen finished his thought: “He could have convinced her to come up to see the books he supposedly had.”

Roberto overheard. “Do you think he—?” “We can’t draw conclusions yet,” Carmen said, “but Dr. Salinas definitely has a lot of questions to answer.”

It was 11:30 a.m. The appointment with Salinas at the station had been set for 10, but he hadn’t shown up. Carmen dialed his office number. The receptionist answered nervously: “Dr. Salinas didn’t come to work today. He canceled all his appointments.” Carmen hung up and looked at Roberto. “We’re going to his house.”

The investigation had taken a dramatic turn. After 9 years, they finally had a real lead—and the prime suspect had just become a fugitive.

Carmen and Roberto arrived at Dr. Salinas’s house in the exclusive Chapultepec neighborhood at 12:15 p.m. It was a two-story residence with a front garden and wrought-iron gate. No cars in the driveway. Carmen rang the bell. After several minutes, a middle-aged woman opened the door.

It was Lucía Herrera Campos, the doctor’s wife. “Mrs. Salinas, I’m Detective Carmen Ruiz. We need to speak with your husband.” Lucía looked like she had been crying. Her eyes were red and swollen. “He’s not here. He left very early this morning.” “Do you know where he went?” “He didn’t tell me. He just took a suitcase and said he had to take care of a problem from the past.” Carmen and Roberto exchanged a look. “Ma’am, may we come in?”

We need to ask you some questions. Lucía guided them to the main living room. The house was impeccably decorated, with elegant furniture and family photographs on the walls.

“Did your husband tell you anything specific about the problem he had to solve?”

Lucía sat nervously on the edge of the sofa. “Last night he came home very upset from his office. He told me they had found new evidence about the disappearance of a young girl.”

Roberto leaned forward. “What else did he say?”

“That he had made mistakes in the past and that now he would have to face the consequences.”

Carmen took notes. “Mrs. Salinas, I need to ask you about the night of April 28, 2016.”

Lucía visibly paled. “What about that night?”

“Did you attend the awards ceremony at the Plaza Hotel?”

“No, I couldn’t go. I was visiting my mother in Guadalajara.”

Carmen checked her file. “But in the photographs of the event, there is a woman seated next to Dr. Salinas.”

“I don’t know what photographs you’re talking about.”

Roberto pulled out the photo from the table. “Madam, here is your husband, and here is a woman identified in the report as his wife.”

Lucía studied the photograph carefully. Her expression completely changed. “That’s not me.”

Carmen leaned in to examine the photo more closely. The woman next to Dr. Salinas was blonde, younger, about 35 years old.

“Do you know who this woman is?”

Lucía began to cry. “Her name is Diana Castillo Morales. She was—she is his nurse. They’ve been in a relationship for years.”

The revelation completely changed the context of the case.

“Your husband was having an extramarital relationship?”

“Yes. I found out three years ago, but he promised me it was over.”

Carmen continued with the questions. “Did Diana work with him in 2016?”

“Yes. She managed his schedule, accompanied him to medical events. I thought it was just work.”

Roberto felt the pieces of the puzzle shifting into place.

“If Salinas was with Diana that night, why did he need a room at the hotel? Mrs. Salinas, did you know your husband rented a room at the hotel that night?”

“What? No, that’s impossible. He told me he would return home after the ceremony.”

Carmen explained Silvia Moreno’s testimony about room 517. Lucía broke down completely.

“It was all a lie. All of it. Where can we find Diana Castillo?”

“She has a specialized nursing practice in the Río district. Mediplaza Building, 8th floor.”

Carmen and Roberto went immediately to the Mediplaza building. Diana Castillo’s office was closed, but a security guard informed them she had left early that morning carrying several boxes.

“She looked like she was moving out,” the guard said. “I saw her carrying files and medical equipment.”

Carmen requested Diana’s residential address through the prosecutor’s office database. She lived in an apartment in the Cacho neighborhood. They arrived at the building at 2:30 pm. The doorman confirmed that Diana had left that morning with several suitcases.

“Did she say where she was going?”

“No, but she ordered a taxi to the airport.”

Carmen immediately contacted the Tijuana airport police. Diana Castillo Morales had boarded flight 1247 to Mexico City at 11:45 am.

“I need you to detain that woman when she lands,” Carmen ordered.

While waiting for news from the airport, Carmen decided to investigate further the connection between Salinas and Diana. They returned to the general hospital, where Salinas had worked as a cardiologist for years.

The director of nursing, Patricia Vázquez Ruiz, received them in her office.

“Detective, how can I help you?”

“We need information about Diana Castillo Morales. We understand she worked with Dr. Salinas.”

Patricia grimaced. “Diana hasn’t worked here since 2018.”

“Why did she leave?”

“There were irregularities in her professional conduct.”

Carmen pressed for more details. “What kind of irregularities?”

“Manipulation of controlled medications, disappearance of morphine and other opioids from inventory.”

Roberto intervened. “What types of medications?”

“Mainly sedatives—rohypnol, midazolam, propofol. Drugs that can be used to, well, incapacitate someone.”

Carmen felt her pulse quicken. “Were charges filed?”

“Dr. Salinas intervened on her behalf. He said it was a misunderstanding, that he had authorized her to take medication for emergency cases in his private practice.”

“When exactly did this occur?”

Patricia checked her files. “The shortage was detected in May 2016, right after—well, after the case of the missing girl.”

The pieces began to fit together in a sinister way. Diana had access to drugs that could incapacitate someone, and the shortage had been detected just after Sofía’s disappearance.

Carmen then received a call from her contacts in Mexico City. Diana Castillo had been detained at the capital’s airport. She was being transported back to Tijuana.

“Roberto, I think we are facing something much bigger than just Sofía’s disappearance.”

They returned to headquarters, where Carmen began coordinating with other jurisdictions. If Salinas and Diana had been operating with drugs and hotel rooms, there might be other victims.

At 6:00 pm, Carmen received crucial information from the sexual crimes division. Between 2014 and 2017, they had received three reports from young women who claimed to have been drugged at medical events in Tijuana. None of the reports had gone forward due to lack of evidence.

Carmen reviewed the files. The three victims described a similar pattern: they had met a respectable doctor at social events, had been invited to learn more about medicine, had accepted drinks, and later woke up hours later with no memory of what had happened.

One of the victims, Alejandra Morales Santos, had specifically mentioned that the doctor had a blonde nurse who assisted him.

Carmen immediately called Alejandra, now 23 years old and working as a teacher in Rosarito.

“Alejandra, this is Detective Carmen Ruiz. I need to ask you about the report you filed in 2017.”

“Why now? It’s been so long.”

“We have arrested people we believe may be related to your case.”

Alejandra agreed to meet that night. At 8:15 pm she was at headquarters recounting her experience.

“I was 18 years old. I was at a medical conference with my father, who is a pharmacist. A very elegant doctor invited me to see his office. He said he had books that could help me with my studies.”

“Do you remember the doctor’s name?”

“Dr. Salinas, I think. And he had a blonde nurse who was very friendly with me.”

Carmen showed her photographs of Salinas and Diana. Alejandra identified them immediately.

“That’s them. I’m sure.”

“What do you remember about that night?”

“We went to a hotel. They said they had a suite where they kept medical material. The nurse offered me a drink while we waited for the doctor.”

“After that, I don’t remember anything until I woke up in my house 12 hours later.”

Roberto listened with growing horror. If this was Salinas and Diana’s pattern of behavior, Sofía had fallen into the same trap.

“Did you undergo medical tests afterward?”

“Yes, but they found no evidence of sexual assault. Only traces of Rohypnol in my blood.”

Carmen closed her notebook. They had enough evidence to establish a criminal pattern. Salinas and Diana had been running a scheme to drug young women for years. The crucial question was: what had been different with Sofía? Why had she never returned home?

At 10 pm, Diana Castillo arrived in Tijuana under police custody. Her interrogation was scheduled for early the next morning. Carmen prepared herself for a long night of work. After 9 years, they were finally close to the truth about what had happened to Sofía Mendoza.

Diana Castillo Morales was brought into the interrogation room at 9:00 am on Thursday, August 14. She was a 44-year-old woman, dyed blonde hair, slim build, dressed in a navy-blue suit wrinkled from travel. Carmen and prosecutor Luis Roberto Paz Herrera conducted the interrogation.

Roberto Mendoza observed from the adjacent room through the one-way glass.

“Mrs. Castillo, you are being investigated in connection with the disappearance of Sofía Mendoza Herrera on April 28, 2016.”

Diana sat in silence, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the table.

“You are also under investigation for possible trafficking of controlled substances and assault with chemical agents.”

Still, Diana remained silent. Carmen laid photographs on the table—Sofía, Dr. Salinas, room 517 at the hotel.

“Do you recognize these people and places?”

Diana glanced briefly at the photos before looking away.

“I want a lawyer.”

“Of course, that is your right. But I want you to know that we have testimonies from victims who identified you as Dr. Salinas’s accomplice in multiple assaults.”

For the first time, Diana reacted. Her eyes filled with tears.

“I never hurt anyone.”

Carmen leaned forward. “Then help us understand what happened.”

Diana took a deep breath. “I need guarantees. Protection.”

“Protection from whom?”

“From Eduardo. He… he will never allow me to talk.”

The prosecutor intervened. “If you cooperate fully, we can consider a plea agreement.”

Diana wiped her tears. “What do you want to know?”

Carmen opened her notebook. “Let’s start with the night of April 28, 2016.”

Diana closed her eyes as if trying to block out the memories.

“Eduardo planned everything. He told me there was a very pretty young woman at the ceremony, the daughter of an important pharmaceutical executive.”

From the observation room, Roberto felt nauseous.

“What exactly had he planned?”

“The same as always: gain her trust, invite her to learn more about medicine, take her to a private room.”

“For what purpose?”

Diana began trembling. “To take photographs. Eduardo collected photographs of unconscious young women.”

Carmen maintained her professional composure, though anger boiled inside her. “Only photographs?”

“At first, yes. But over time, he became more aggressive. He sexually assaulted the victims—not physically violent, but he photographed them in compromising positions. He said it was his insurance, that if anyone ever accused him of anything, he had material to discredit the girls.”

The prosecutor took detailed notes.

“How many victims were there over the years?”

“Maybe 20. Always young, between 15 and 20. Always at medical events where he had credibility.”

Carmen showed her a photo of Sofía. “What was different with her?”

Diana began crying harder. “Everything went wrong.”

“How?”

“Eduardo invited her to room 517. He told her he had medical books she might be interested in. She accepted, innocently.”

From behind the glass, Roberto clenched his fists.

“Were you present?”

“Yes. My job was to prepare the drink with Rohypnol, a dose calculated to make them pass out for two or three hours, but without permanent harm.”

“What happened that night?”

Diana covered her face with her hands. “Sofía was different. She was smarter, more alert than the other girls. When I offered her the drink, she asked what was in it.”

Carmen waited for her to continue.

“I told her it was natural juice with vitamins, but she insisted it smelled strange. She became nervous. She drank it, yes, but only a small sip—it wasn’t enough to incapacitate her completely.”

“What happened then?”

Diana took a deep breath before going on.

“Eduardo came to the room expecting to find Sofía unconscious, but she was dizzy yet awake. She realized something was wrong. She tried to leave.”

“Yes?”

“She ran toward the door, but Eduardo stopped her. He told her to calm down, that he only wanted to take some photographs.”

Carmen felt her stomach twist.

“Sofía resisted, she screamed. Eduardo panicked. He had never had to deal with a conscious, resisting victim.”

“What did he do?”

Diana fell silent for long seconds.

“He covered her mouth with his hand so she couldn’t scream, but she kept struggling.”

From the observation room, Roberto slammed the wall. Carmen heard the noise but pressed on.

“How long did Sofía fight?”

“Several minutes. Eduardo shouted at me to prepare more drugs, a stronger dose.”

“Did you?”

“Yes. I prepared an injection of midazolam. But when I administered it…” Diana couldn’t continue.

Carmen waited patiently. “What happened when you injected her?”

“The dose was too strong. With the Rohypnol already in her system, her body couldn’t handle it. Sofía died of an overdose.”

Diana nodded slowly.

“Eduardo panicked. We had never killed anyone before.”

Carmen felt a mix of relief at finally knowing the truth and anguish for the Mendoza family.

“What did you do with the body?”

“Eduardo knew that if Sofía was found, the drugs in her blood would incriminate him. He decided to get rid of the body.”

“How?”

“Eduardo had contacts in funeral homes. He knew methods to make bodies disappear.”

The prosecutor intervened. “Where is Sofía Mendoza’s body?”

“Eduardo told me she was cremated, and the ashes were scattered in the ocean.”

Carmen closed her notebook for a moment.

“Why was the bracelet kept?”

“It was an accident. In the struggle, the bracelet broke and fell behind the radiator. Eduardo didn’t realize until days later. By then, the room had already been sealed off because of plumbing problems.”

“Were the plumbing problems real?”

“No. Eduardo convinced the hotel manager to permanently close the room. He paid him to keep silent.”

Carmen now had enough information to proceed with charges.

“Where is Dr. Salinas now?”

“I don’t know. When he learned they had found the bracelet, he told me each of us should seek our own salvation.”

Carmen ended the initial interrogation. They had a full confession of Sofía Mendoza’s homicide and evidence of multiple sexual assaults.

Roberto entered the main room with tears in his eyes.

“My daughter suffered so much.”

Carmen hugged him. “Roberto, Sofía fought bravely. She didn’t allow them to abuse her.”

Diana looked directly at Roberto. “Mr. Mendoza, I’m so sorry. Your daughter was an extraordinary young woman. If it had been up to me, none of this would have happened.”

Roberto looked at her with a mix of pain and hatred.

“Why did you participate in this?”

“Eduardo had me under threat. He had compromising photographs of me. He controlled my professional career… but that doesn’t justify what I did. I’m sorry.”

Carmen ordered Diana to be placed in a protected cell. Her testimony would be crucial to finding Dr. Salinas and prosecuting the case.

At 2:00 pm, Carmen received word from the federal police. Eduardo Salinas Moreno had been located trying to cross the border into the United States at the Otay Mesa port of entry.

The chase was over. After 9 years, Sofía Mendoza’s killer was in custody.

Dr. Eduardo Salinas Moreno was transferred to the PGJE headquarters at 4:30 pm on Thursday, August 14. Unlike Diana, who had confessed her role, Salinas arrived accompanied by his lawyer, the prestigious criminal attorney Jorge Ramírez Castañeda.

Carmen watched the doctor as—

He waited in the cell. He was no longer the elegant and respectable man Carmen had seen two days earlier. His hair was messy, his clothes wrinkled, and his hands trembled constantly.

“Dr. Salinas,” Carmen said as she entered the interrogation room. “You are being charged with the homicide of Sofía Mendoza Herrera and multiple counts of sexual assault.”

Attorney Ramírez immediately intervened.
“My client pleads not guilty to all charges.”

Carmen placed Diana’s signed statement on the table.
“Your accomplice has already confessed everything. We have her full testimony about the events of April 28, 2016.”

Salinas quickly read the document. His face grew paler with each line.
“Diana is lying. She’s trying to blame me to reduce her own sentence.”

Carmen laid out more evidence: photographs of room 517, Sofía’s bracelet, testimonies from other victims.
“Doctor, we have physical and testimonial evidence directly linking you to these crimes.”

The lawyer requested a recess to consult with his client. Carmen used the break to coordinate with Roberto and the prosecutor.
“Do you think he’ll confess?” Roberto asked.
“With the evidence we have, his lawyer will probably advise him to negotiate,” the prosecutor replied.

When the interrogation resumed, Dr. Salinas’s strategy had changed.
“I admit that I was present in room 517 that night,” Salinas began. “But I did not kill that young woman.”

Carmen pressed him.
“Then what happened?”

“Sofía came to the room voluntarily. I showed her some medical books as promised.”
“And Diana was present?”
“Yes, but only as my professional assistant.”

Carmen showed photographs of other victims.
“Doctor, we have testimony from at least six women describing an identical pattern of behavior.”

Salinas nervously studied the photographs.
“Those women misinterpreted professional situations.”

“Drugging young women with Rohypnol is a professional situation?” Carmen snapped.

The lawyer cut in.
“Detective, my client denies administering drugs to anyone.”

Carmen changed tactics. She pulled out hospital records showing missing controlled substances.
“Dr. Salinas, can you explain why medications disappeared from the hospital’s inventory under your supervision?”

“Those medications were used for emergency cases in my private practice. Rohypnol… for medical emergencies.”

Salinas had no further answer. Carmen pressed harder.
“Why did you lie about staying at the hotel that night?”
“I didn’t lie. I just omitted irrelevant information.”
“The death of a young girl is irrelevant information?”

Salinas began to crack. His hands trembled more violently, and sweat poured down his forehead.
“Do you want some water?” Carmen asked.
“Yes, please.”

She briefly stepped out, and when she returned, she found Salinas crying.
“Doctor, do you want to tell us what really happened that night?”

Salinas looked at his lawyer, who gave a nearly imperceptible nod.

“Sofía was different from the others,” Salinas began, his voice breaking.

Roberto, watching from the observation room, leaned closer to the glass.
“In what way was she different?”
“She was smarter, more mature. When I invited her to the room, she asked specific questions about the books I supposedly had.”

Carmen took notes.
“What kind of questions?”
“She asked me about specific titles, about authors. I realized she actually knew medical literature.”

“That worried you.”
“Yes, because it meant she wouldn’t be easily manipulated.”

Carmen waited for him to continue.

“Diana prepared the drink as always, but when we offered it to Sofía, she refused.”
“Why did she refuse?”
“She said she was allergic to certain artificial dyes and always checked ingredients before drinking anything.”

Carmen noted the tragic irony: Sofía’s caution, meant to protect her, escalated the situation.

“What did you do when she refused to drink?”

Salinas covered his face with his hands.
“Diana suggested we inject her directly… and I agreed. I was desperate. If Sofía left that room suspicious and conscious, my career and life would have been destroyed.”

Roberto banged the glass from the observation room. Carmen heard it but stayed focused.

“How did you administer the injection?”
“I held her while Diana prepared the dose, but Sofía fought harder than we expected.”
“How long did she fight?”
“Several minutes. She was strong and determined. At one point she even scratched me.”

Carmen made a mental note to check if Salinas bore scratch scars.

“What happened after the injection?”
“At first it seemed to work. Sofía calmed down and started to drift off, but minutes later she began convulsing. Diana said it was normal, but I knew something was wrong.”

“What did you do?”
“We tried to resuscitate her. Diana had first aid training, but the convulsions worsened.”
“How long did you try?”
“About an hour… until we realized she no longer had a pulse.”

Carmen felt a mix of grim satisfaction at obtaining the confession and horror at the details.
“What did you do with the body?”

Salinas took a deep breath.
“I had to think quickly. If they found the body with drugs in her system, we would have been arrested immediately.”
“Where did you take the body?”
“Diana had a contact at a funeral home. Someone who performed cremations without asking questions.”

Carmen spread out a map of Tijuana.
“Which funeral home?”
Salinas pointed to the eastern side of the city.
“San José Funeral Home. The owner is Manuel Vázquez Torres.”

Carmen immediately sent a message to investigate the funeral home.

“What about Sofía’s bracelet?”
“I didn’t realize it had broken until days later. By then, I had already convinced the hotel manager to permanently close the room.”
“How did you convince him?”
“I paid him 200,000 pesos to invent plumbing problems and keep the room sealed.”

Carmen now had enough for multiple charges: homicide, cover-up, bribery, multiple sexual assaults.
“Dr. Salinas, are there other victims we don’t know about?”

Salinas glanced at his lawyer before answering.
“For ten years, Diana and I ran this scheme. I estimate there were about 30 victims.”

Roberto, from the observation room, felt dizzy. Carmen remained composed.
“Where are the photographs you took?”
“I destroyed them all after Sofía’s death. I realized the risk was too great.”

Carmen closed her notebook. They had a full confession and enough evidence to prosecute both criminals. The interrogation was over.

After nine years of mystery, the truth about Sofía Mendoza’s disappearance had finally come to light. The only question left was: could they find any physical trace of Sofía to give her family complete closure?

At 6:00 p.m. that Thursday, Carmen received alarming news.

Manuel Vázquez Torres, the owner of San José Funeral Home, had abruptly shut down his business that afternoon and disappeared with several files.

“How is that possible?” Roberto asked.
“Someone tipped him off.”

Carmen reviewed the protocols.
“Only three people knew about the funeral home—you, me, and the prosecutor.”
“But Salinas made his confession in front of his lawyer.”

They immediately called Attorney Ramírez. His secretary said he had left the city for a family emergency.

“We need to find Vázquez before he destroys the evidence,” Carmen decided.

Carmen and Roberto headed to San José Funeral Home in the Zona Norte neighborhood. The business was located on a quiet street, surrounded by small shops and residential houses.

The funeral home was shut, with a sign reading Temporarily closed for renovations. The windows were covered from the inside with newspaper. Carmen knocked on the back door. No response—but she noticed a light inside.

“Did you hear that?” Roberto asked.

Noises came from inside: papers being shuffled, drawers opening and closing.

Carmen drew her gun and called for backup on the radio.
“Possible suspect destroying evidence at San José Funeral Home.”

But they decided not to wait. Carmen circled to the main entrance while Roberto covered the back. She forced the front lock.

Inside, the funeral home was in chaos. Files scattered on the floor, drawers pulled open, documents burning in a metal trash can.

“Police! Hands up!” Carmen shouted.

A bald, heavyset man of about 55 emerged from the main office with his hands raised.

It was Manuel Vázquez Torres.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Carmen warned, keeping her weapon trained on him.

He had his gun pointed at him. Vázquez’s hands were stained with ink and ashes. He had been burning documents for hours.

“Why are you destroying evidence?” Carmen asked.

Vázquez did not respond. Carmen handcuffed him while Roberto put out the fire in the metal trash bin. Reinforcements arrived five minutes later, along with forensic technician Luis García.

“What were you able to save?” Carmen asked.

Luis examined the partially burned documents. Some records of irregular cremations, dates, false names, cash payments.

Roberto reviewed the files that hadn’t been destroyed. He found records dating back to 2010, all with the same feature: cremations without official death certificates.

“Here’s something,” Roberto said, showing a marked file. April 2016.

Carmen opened it. It contained a handwritten receipt:

Special cremation, April 29, 2016. Payment: 50,000 pesos.

“Client: E.S.”

“Eduardo Salinas,” Carmen deduced.

The receipt included a description: Young woman approx. 15–20 years old, blonde hair, approx. 1.65m.

Roberto felt a knot in his stomach. The description matched Sofía exactly.

Carmen interrogated Vázquez right there in the funeral home.

“Manuel, we found the receipt for Sofía Mendoza’s cremation. Are you going to cooperate, or will we charge you as an accomplice to homicide?”

Vázquez looked at the documents they had saved from the fire.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything, starting with how the body got to your funeral home.”

Vázquez sat down on a plastic chair, defeated.

“Dr. Salinas called me around 2 a.m. on April 29. He said he had an emergency situation.”

“What kind of emergency?”

“He said a patient had died from an allergic reaction to medication, but the family didn’t want an autopsy or publicity.”

Carmen took notes. “And you believed him?”

“Salinas had sent me cases before, families who preferred discreet cremations for religious or personal reasons.”

“How many cases before?”

“Over the years, maybe 10 or 12.”

Roberto cut in. “All young women.”

Vázquez avoided eye contact. “Most of them.”

Carmen felt nauseous. “You never suspected something was wrong?”

“Salinas paid very well and always brought documentation that seemed official.”

“Fake documentation.”

“I suppose so, but I wasn’t a forensic doctor. It wasn’t my job to verify causes of death.”

Luis continued reviewing the salvaged files. “Carmen, I found something else.”

He showed a folder with photographs—images of cremation processes apparently taken as work records. One of the photographs showed a body on the preparation table before cremation. It was a young blonde woman dressed in navy blue clothing.

Roberto couldn’t look at the photo. Carmen studied it with a grave expression.

“This is Sofía Mendoza.”

Vázquez nodded slowly.

“Dr. Salinas brought the body wrapped in sheets. He said she had died from a sudden allergic reaction.”

“In what condition was the body?”

“No signs of external violence, but there were marks on the arms that looked like signs of a struggle.”

Carmen continued the interrogation. “What did you do with the ashes?”

“Following the doctor’s instructions, I scattered them into the sea from the pier at Playas de Tijuana.”

Roberto felt a mixture of pain and relief. At last, he knew what had happened to his daughter.

“Did you keep a record of the exact location?”

“Yes. I scattered them near the lighthouse, about 200 meters offshore.”

Carmen finished reviewing the salvaged documents. They had found evidence of at least 15 irregular cremations carried out by Vázquez between 2010 and 2017.

“Manuel, you’re going to be charged as an accomplice to homicide and concealment, but if you fully cooperate with the investigation, we can consider reducing the charges.”

Vázquez agreed to cooperate. He provided a complete list of all the irregular cremations he had carried out for Salinas, including dates, descriptions of the bodies, and methods of ash disposal.

By 10 p.m., Carmen had enough evidence to charge Salinas not only with Sofía’s homicide, but with running a criminal network that had operated for years.

Roberto gazed out toward the ocean from the funeral home window. His daughter had found peace in the waters of the Pacific, but her death had not been in vain. Her case had exposed a criminal network that had victimized dozens of young women.

“Carmen,” Roberto said, “I want to go to the place where Sofía’s ashes were scattered.”

“Of course. We’ll go first thing tomorrow.”

The investigation was practically complete. Only the legal proceedings and emotional closure for the Mendoza family remained. After nine years of unanswered questions, the truth had finally come to light.

Sofía Mendoza could now rest in peace, and her killers would face justice.

On Friday, August 15 at 8 a.m., Carmen arranged a confrontation between Dr. Salinas, Diana Castillo, and Manuel Vázquez in the main interrogation room of the PGJE.

Roberto observed from the adjoining room, accompanied by prosecutor Luis Roberto Paz Herrera.

“We are going to clear up the contradictions in your testimonies,” Carmen announced. “Each of you has given different versions of the events.”

Dr. Salinas, handcuffed and dressed in the orange detainee uniform, avoided looking at Diana and Manuel. His lawyer, Jorge Ramírez, took constant notes.

Diana Castillo looked haggard after two nights in prison. She had lost the elegance she once held as a nurse and now appeared as a woman broken under the weight of guilt.

Manuel Vázquez trembled visibly. He was the most vulnerable of the three, with no formal education and no resources to hire a good lawyer.

Carmen began with the chronological discrepancies.

“Dr. Salinas, you declared that Sofía Mendoza died by accident due to an involuntary overdose of sedatives.”

“Correct.”

“Diana, you declared that the doctor ordered you to intentionally administer a lethal dose when Sofía began resisting.”

Diana looked directly at Salinas. “That’s exactly what happened. Eduardo yelled at me to increase the dose because the girl wouldn’t calm down.”

Salinas tensed. “That’s a lie. Diana administered the dose without my authorization.”

Carmen placed the toxicology report, completed overnight, on the table.

“Gentlemen, let’s analyze the scientific evidence.”

The criminology lab analyzed residue from the syringes found in Diana’s office. Carmen read the report. The syringes contained traces of midazolam at concentrations of 15 mg per milliliter. A normal therapeutic dose is 2 to 5 mg.

The prosecutor intervened. “Dr. Salinas, as a physician, can you explain why such a high dose was prepared?”

Salinas consulted with his lawyer before responding. “Perhaps Diana miscalculated the dosage.”

Diana exploded. “I didn’t miscalculate. You told me exactly what to prepare. You told me we needed to silence her permanently.”

“That is an absolute lie.”

Carmen pressed further. “Manuel, you declared that Dr. Salinas told you Sofía had died from an allergic reaction. How did he explain the struggle marks on her body?”

Manuel looked nervously between Salinas and Diana. “The doctor said the girl had convulsions and injured herself while fighting against the allergic reaction.”

Carmen showed photographs of the marks found on Sofía’s clothing. “These marks are consistent either with convulsions or with someone being forcibly restrained.”

Manuel studied the images. “Now that I see them up close, they look like hand marks, as if someone grabbed her by the arms.”

Salinas fidgeted in his chair. “Manuel is not a forensic expert. He cannot determine that.”

Carmen shifted tactics, placing an audio recording on the table. “This is a recording of a phone call intercepted between Dr. Salinas and his attorney last night.”

She played the recording. Salinas’s voice was heard clearly:

“Jorge, I need you to find a way to blame Diana for everything. She was the one who prepared the drugs. I was only the supervising doctor.”

The lawyer’s voice responded: “Eduardo, that’s going to be difficult with all the evidence they have.”

“Then find a way to pin it on Manuel as the mastermind of the operation. Make it look like he blackmailed me to get clients.”

Carmen stopped the playback. “Dr. Salinas, can you explain this conversation?”

Attorney Ramírez looked visibly uncomfortable. “My client was not aware his conversations were being recorded.”

“Irrelevant,” the prosecutor said. “This recording is evidence of obstruction of justice and conspiracy to falsely accuse accomplices.”

Diana glared at Salinas with disgust. “Now you see who he really is. For nine years I kept your secret. For nine years I lived with the guilt of what we did to that girl.”

Salinas finally lost his composure. “You were the one who suggested increasing the dose. I never wanted to kill anyone.”

“Lies! You told me that if Sofía talked, we’d both go to prison. You said it was better to solve the problem permanently.”

Carmen had managed to make them contradict each other. Now she had clear confessions from both.

“Dr. Salinas, do you admit you ordered a lethal dose of sedatives to be administered to Sofía Mendoza?”

Salinas looked at his lawyer, who shook his head. “I need full immunity if I’m going to tell the whole truth.”

The prosecutor leaned forward. “There is no immunity for premeditated murder. But if you fully confess and help resolve the other cases, we can consider life imprisonment instead of the death penalty.”

From the adjoining room, Roberto struck the glass. Carmen heard the noise but kept her focus.

Salinas took a deep breath. “Fine. Yes. I told Diana to prepare a stronger dose.”

“Why?”

“Because Sofía had seen our faces, knew our names, had been in the room. If she lived, she would have destroyed us.”

Diana began to cry. “That’s exactly what I said from the beginning.”

Carmen pressed on. “How many other victims died the same way?”

Salinas covered his face with his hands. “Three more. In 2014, 2015, and 2017.”

The prosecutor took notes. “What were their names?”

“I don’t remember all of them. Diana kept the records.”

Diana pulled a small notebook from her pocket. “I wrote them all down: María José Herrera Vázquez in 2014, Ana Belén Castillo Moreno in 2015, and Patricia Sánchez Delgado in 2017.”

Carmen felt sick. Four young women had been murdered by this criminal network.

“Why did you keep killing after Sofía?”

Salinas answered without looking up. “Because we couldn’t risk any victim remembering details and identifying us.”

Carmen closed her notebook. They now had full confessions of multiple homicides, systematic sexual assault, and a criminal conspiracy that had operated for years.

“Dr. Salinas, Diana Castillo, Manuel Vázquez—you are under arrest for multiple counts of premeditated homicide, sexual assault, criminal conspiracy, concealment, and obstruction of justice.”

The confrontation was over. Carmen had enough evidence to convict all three on multiple charges.

Roberto entered the main room, tears in his eyes. “Dr. Salinas, my daughter was 15 years old. She had her whole life ahead of her. How could you do that to an innocent girl?”

Salinas finally looked directly at Roberto. “I’m sorry. I know it means nothing, but I truly am sorry. I lost control of the situation and made the worst decision possible.”

Roberto felt a mixture of pain and closure. At last, he had the answers he had searched for over nine years.

The investigation was over. Now the judicial process would begin, bringing Sofía Mendoza’s killers to justice.

On Monday, August 18, Carmen began the final individual interrogations to determine the full extent of the criminal network run by Salinas, Diana, and Vázquez.

The first interrogation was with Diana Castillo, who had shown the greatest willingness to cooperate.

“Diana, we need the complete list of all the victims during the years you operated.”

Diana opened her personal notebook, where she had kept detailed records. “From 2010 to 2017, I documented contacts with 47 young women.”

Carmen shivered. Forty-seven victims.

“Not all were harmed in the same way. Most were only drugged and photographed, but 15 of them were sexually assaulted by Eduardo.”

“And how many were murdered?”

“Four. Sofía Mendoza, María José Herrera Vázquez, Ana Belén Castillo Moreno, and Patricia Sánchez Delgado.”

The missing persons files from Tijuana during those years.
The names matched reports that had never been solved.

“Why were these four murdered and the others not?”

Diana thought carefully. “They were different—smarter, more alert. They quickly realized something bad was happening. Like Sofía.”

“Exactly. Sofía was the most difficult of all. She asked questions from the moment she entered the room. She asked why there were medications in a hotel suite, why I was wearing surgical gloves, why the curtains were closed in broad daylight.”

Carmen took detailed notes. “What exactly was the method you used?”

Diana described the entire process. Eduardo identified potential victims at medical events—always young women between 15 and 20 years old, usually daughters of respected professionals.

“Why that specific age range?”

“Eduardo said they were perfect: young enough to be naïve, but old enough to be attractive to him.”

Carmen felt nauseated but continued. “How did you contact them?”

“Eduardo presented himself as a medical mentor interested in helping young people with a vocation. He offered them books, advice on applying to universities, professional contacts.”

“And the victims accepted voluntarily?”

“Yes, because Eduardo was respectable and credible. He was president of the Medical Association, had recognitions, impeccable references.”

Carmen studied Diana’s notebook. It contained names, dates, locations, and methods used with each victim.

“Where did these assaults usually take place?”

“Mainly in hotels. Eduardo reserved rooms under false names or got them through contacts in the hotel industry. Like manager Héctor Vega at the Hotel Plaza.”

Diana nodded. “Héctor received regular payments to provide discreet rooms and keep quiet.”

Carmen made a note to investigate Vega immediately.

“Are there other accomplices we haven’t identified?”

Diana consulted her notebook. “Three other doctors occasionally participated: Dr. Raúl Miranda Castro, Dr. Jesús Torres Delgado, and Dr. Fernando López Herrera.”

Carmen recognized the names from the photograph of the dinner table where Sofía had sat. All of them had been present the night of her disappearance.

“What was their role?”

“They identified potential victims and directed them to Eduardo. They received payments for each successful referral.”

Carmen felt the case expanding dramatically. “How much money was involved?”

“Eduardo charged between 50,000 and 100,000 pesos per session, depending on what the clients requested.”

“Clients?”

Diana revealed the most disturbing aspect of the crime. “Eduardo didn’t act only for personal satisfaction. He had a network of clients who paid for access to the drugged victims.”

Carmen needed a moment to process this information. “Pornography?”

“Yes, and also clients who paid to participate directly.”

Carmen ended Diana’s interrogation and immediately proceeded with Salinas.

“Dr. Salinas, Diana has already given us information about your clients. Will you cooperate, or will we investigate on our own?”

Salinas, who had completely lost his polished composure after the weekend in prison, looked resigned. “What do you want to know?”

“The names of all your clients.”

Salinas provided a list of 23 men, including prominent businessmen, local politicians, and professionals from various sectors.

“How did the client network operate?”

“Discreet communication, cash payments, meetings in private locations.”

Carmen studied the list and recognized several names of respected public figures in Tijuana.

“These men knew they were participating in crimes?”

“Some knew. Others preferred not to ask questions.”

Carmen completed the individual interrogations and proceeded with Manuel Vázquez.

“Manuel, how many bodies did you cremate for this network?”

“During seven years, I cremated approximately 20 bodies without official documentation.”

“All of them victims of Salinas?”

“Most, yes. Some belonged to other clients who had their own problems.”

Carmen realized they had uncovered a criminal network far more extensive than they had initially imagined.

At 6:00 pm, Carmen called a meeting with the prosecutor and higher authorities of the PGJE.

“We have evidence of a human trafficking network, multiple homicides, forced prostitution, and cover-ups that operated for years in Tijuana.”

The prosecutor studied the evidence. “How many arrests do we need to make?”

Carmen checked her lists. “Immediate arrests: three accomplice doctors, one hotel manager, 23 regular clients. Additional investigations: multiple public officials who may have received bribes to keep silent.”

“What about the families of the other victims?”

Carmen had prepared that information. “I already contacted the families of María José Herrera, Ana Belén Castillo, and Patricia Sánchez. All had reported the disappearances, but the cases were never solved.”

The prosecutor authorized the mass arrests. “We are going to dismantle this network completely.”

Carmen left the meeting feeling a mixture of satisfaction and horror.

The case of Sofía Mendoza had exposed one of the largest criminal scandals in Tijuana’s history.

Roberto waited in the hallway of the command center. “How do you feel knowing that Sofía’s death helped expose all of this?”

Roberto reflected carefully. “Sofía always wanted to help people. I think she would be proud to know that her case saved other young women from going through the same thing.”

Carmen nodded. “Your daughter was a heroine, Roberto. Her resistance that night in the hotel probably prevented this network from continuing to operate.”

The investigation had concluded. Now the next phase would begin.

… judicial proceedings to bring all the criminals to justice and provide closure to the families of all the victims.

Six months later, on February 15, 2026, the final hearing of the case State versus Eduardo Salinas Moreno and accomplices took place at the Superior Court of Justice of Baja California. Roberto Mendoza sat in the first row of the courtroom, accompanied by the families of María José Herrera, Ana Belén Castillo, and Patricia Sánchez—the other three victims murdered by the criminal network.

Presiding Judge, Magistrate Carlos Hernández Vega, read the final sentences after six months of judicial process.

“Eduardo Salinas Moreno, for the charges of premeditated homicide in four cases, multiple sexual assault, human trafficking, and directing a criminal organization, is sentenced to four consecutive life sentences without the possibility of parole.”

Salinas, who had lost nearly 20 kilograms during the process, listened to the sentence without showing any reaction. His once distinguished medical career had ended in the greatest disgrace possible.

“Diana Castillo Morales, for the charges of homicide in complicity, administration of toxic substances, and participation in a criminal organization, is sentenced to 60 years in prison, with the possibility of parole after 40 years.”

Diana had cooperated extensively with the prosecution, providing crucial evidence that convicted the entire network. Her cooperation reduced her sentence from life imprisonment to a term with eventual parole.

“Manuel Vázquez Torres, for the charges of covering up multiple homicides, destruction of evidence, and money laundering, is sentenced to 25 years in prison.”

Vázquez had been the least guilty of the three main perpetrators, acting primarily as a provider of criminal services without directly participating in the murders.

The judge continued with the sentences of the secondary accomplices.

“Héctor Vega Santana, former manager of the Hotel Plaza, for the charges of complicity and cover-up, is sentenced to 15 years in prison.”

Vega had provided rooms and kept silent for years in exchange for regular payments from Salinas.

“Dr. Raúl Miranda Castro, Dr. Jesús Torres Delgado, and Dr. Fernando López Herrera, for the charges of complicity in human trafficking and cover-up, are each sentenced to 12 years in prison, along with permanent disqualification from practicing medicine.”

The three doctors had lost their professional licenses and faced multimillion-dollar civil lawsuits from the victims’ families.

From the section reserved for officials of the Attorney General’s Office, Carmen Ruiz observed. During the six-month trial, she had testified as the lead detective and coordinated with federal authorities to dismantle the criminal network completely.

The proceedings had revealed that Salinas’s organization had connections with human trafficking networks operating between Mexico and the United States. Three immigration officials were arrested for facilitating the movement of victims across the border.

Of the 23 clients identified in Salinas’s lists, 18 were arrested and sentenced to prison terms ranging from 5 to 20 years. The other five had fled the country and now had international arrest warrants against them.

Prosecutor Luis Roberto Paz Herrera addressed the courtroom during his closing argument:

“This case represents one of the most systematic and despicable crimes in the history of our state. A criminal network that operated for years under the façade of medical respectability, victimizing innocent young women.”

Roberto had testified multiple times during the proceedings, describing the devastating impact of Sofía’s loss on his family. His testimony had been crucial in establishing the emotional context of the damage caused by the crimes.

“For nine years, I lived without knowing what had happened to my daughter,” Roberto had said in his main testimony. “These criminals not only took Sofía’s life, but they also tortured our family with years of uncertainty.”

Roberto’s wife, Carmen Mendoza Ruiz, who had divorced him two years after the disappearance due to the stress of the case, had also testified about the family’s destruction caused by the loss.

“We lost not only our daughter, but our marriage, our emotional stability, our trust in justice,” Carmen had declared during a previous hearing.

The judicial process had also included testimony from 31 surviving victims who had been drugged and assaulted by the criminal network.

Their testimonies had painted a devastating picture of systematic abuse and psychological manipulation.
Valeria Campos Moreno, Sofía’s best friend and now a physician specializing in care for victims of violence, testified about the lasting impact of the crime on the student community.

“Sofía was the example of what a young woman can achieve with dedication and values.
Her death robbed us not only of a friend, but of a future doctor who would have saved lives.”

During the trial, it was established that the Medical Association of Tijuana had failed to detect Salinas’s criminal activities despite multiple warning signs. The organization was fined 10 million pesos and ordered to implement strict ethical oversight protocols. The Tijuana General Hospital also faced sanctions for not adequately investigating shortages of controlled medications. Three hospital administrators were removed from their positions for negligence.

The Hotel Plaza was temporarily closed and subjected to a full investigation of its operations. The new administration implemented strict security protocols and employee training programs for detecting suspicious activities.

Carmen Ruiz was promoted to Commander of the Division of Crimes Against Persons of the PGJE in recognition of her exceptional work on the case. She also received national recognition for her role in dismantling human trafficking networks.

“The Mendoza case forever changed the way we investigate disappearances in Mexico,” declared Carmen during a national conference on combating human trafficking.

Three months after the sentencing, on May 15, 2026, a memorial ceremony was held at Parque Morelos in Tijuana to honor Sofía Mendoza and the other victims. Roberto had worked with municipal authorities to establish the Sofía Mendoza Memorial for Victims of Human Trafficking, which included a commemorative garden and a resource center for families of missing persons.

“Sofía wanted to become a doctor to help sick children,” Roberto said during the inauguration ceremony. “Although she could not fulfill that dream, her case helped save the lives of other young women who might have been victimized by this criminal network.”

The families of María José Herrera, Ana Belén Castillo, and Patricia Sánchez participated in the ceremony, along with representatives of civil organizations fighting human trafficking.

The memorial also included an annual medical scholarship in Sofía Mendoza’s name, funded with assets confiscated from the criminals during the judicial process.

From prison, Diana Castillo had written a letter that was read during the ceremony:

“I know that apologies cannot repair the damage caused, but I want the families to know that I carry the guilt of these crimes every day. I have dedicated my time in prison to writing my full memoirs about the criminal operation, hoping they will serve to educate potential future victims about warning signs.”

Diana’s book, Behind the Medical Façade: Memoirs of an Accomplice, would be published by a publisher specializing in true crime, with all profits going to victim support organizations.

Six months after the memorial ceremony, in November 2026, Roberto married Patricia Morales Vega, a psychologist specializing in grief whom he had met during post-trial therapy.

“Sofía would have wanted her father to be happy again,” Roberto said during a television interview about recovery after family tragedy.

Carmen Ruiz continued her career in the Attorney General’s Office, specializing in human trafficking cases. Her experience in the Mendoza case made her a national consultant for complex disappearance investigations. In March 2027, Carmen was invited to testify before the Congress of the Union about needed reforms in disappearance investigation protocols.

“The Sofía Mendoza case taught us that criminal networks can operate for years under respectable façades,” Carmen declared during her testimony.
“We need more effective early warning systems and inter-agency coordination.”

The legal reforms inspired by the case included stricter protocols for identity verification in hotels, improved medical oversight of controlled medications, and educational programs on human trafficking in secondary schools.

Eduardo Salinas died in prison in August 2028, two years after his sentencing, due to diabetes-related complications he developed while incarcerated. His death was briefly reported in local media without ceremony or recognition.

Diana Castillo completed rehabilitation programs in prison and became a counselor for other inmates who had been victims of psychological manipulation. Her earliest eligibility date for parole is 2066.

Manuel Vázquez was released in 2049 after serving 23 years of his 25-year sentence for good behavior. He moved to a small town where he worked in construction until his death in 2054.

In 2030, Roberto established the Sofía Mendoza Foundation, dedicated to preventing human trafficking and supporting families of victims. The foundation runs educational programs in schools throughout Mexico.

“Sofía always wanted to help others,” explained Roberto, now 58, during a 2030 interview. “Her legacy continues through the lives we save by educating young people about the dangers they face.”

The foundation…

The foundation has documented the prevention of at least 47 potential cases of human trafficking through its educational programs—symbolically matching the number of victims identified in Salinas’s network.

Valeria Campos, Sofía’s best friend, now heads the Department of Forensic Medicine at the Tijuana General Hospital, specializing in cases of violence against women.

“Every time I analyze evidence from a case of violence, I think of Sofía,” Valeria said during a 2030 interview.
“Her death inspired me to dedicate my career to giving a voice to victims who can no longer speak for themselves.”

The Hotel Plaza was completely renovated and now operates as the Hotel Memorial Plaza, with a permanent plaque in the lobby honoring the memory of Sofía Mendoza and raising awareness about human trafficking. Room 517, where Sofía’s bracelet had been found, was converted into a training suite for hotel staff on detecting suspicious activities. It will never again be used for guests.

In 2031, fifteen years after Sofía’s disappearance, the case was presented as a study at the International Academy of Criminal Investigation, serving as an example of persistent investigation and effective inter-agency coordination.

Carmen Ruiz, now the national director of the Human Trafficking Division, uses the Mendoza case as a training model for investigators across Latin America.

“The case taught us that family persistence combined with professional investigation can dismantle criminal networks that once seemed untouchable,” explained Carmen during international seminars.

Roberto continues to visit every year the spot on Tijuana’s beaches where Sofía’s ashes were scattered. He brings yellow flowers—her favorite—and spends an hour remembering her laughter and her dreams of becoming a doctor.

“Sofía is at peace now,” Roberto reflects during his annual visit in April 2031.
“Her death was not in vain if it helped save the lives of other young women.”

The legacy of Sofía Mendoza Herrera endures through stricter laws, improved investigative protocols, educational programs, and public awareness about the dangers of human trafficking—continuing to save lives 15 years after her tragic death.

Her story has become a symbol of resistance against exploitation and a reminder that a single brave victim can expose entire criminal networks when justice and family perseverance combine effectively.

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