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The big question is was it arson or an accident? This is not the first time that the palapa roof at this location was torched. Many years ago when Walt Baker owned the place the roof was burned down in an act of arson. The fact that it happened in the dead of night certainly makes one lean towards the arson theory. If you know anything about the past of the new owner who was remodeling it then there is little doubt that you would weight in on the arson side.
There were was virtually no press coverage of the kidnapping and the act itself was never even reported in the official crime statistics for Guaymas. I found that out via a freedom of information request from IFAI. His car was forced off the road, I believe it was in the the Bahia and if I recall the story correctly he was taken from his vehicle which was left by the side of the road. A ransom of 80, dollars was paid to the kidnappers almost immediately, within approximately 36 hours perhaps less, Pepito was released unharmed.
Just after that a person that I know fairly well was arrested, interrogated and tormented by state investigators. That women was eventually released. Another women, who for what ever reason was chosen to deliver the ransom money, was eventually arrested in connection to the crime and ultimately went to jail for almost a full year before being released.
And it goes something like this. It is certainly no secret that men on occasion often game-fully seek out and employ women of the night for sexual favors in San Carlos and Guaymas. I will never forget my first rather naive experiences with some of the red light district bars that existed in San Carlos back when I first moved here in San Carlos was a pretty small town back then with just a handful of bars and restaurants compared to the present day.
El Yate, which was located above the south side of the Marina San Carlos was one of the better dive bars in San Carlos and I can still remember the day I noticed a local business man who I knew very well partying hard. The funny thing was I knew his very attractive wife really well to, and it was definitely not her who he had his hands all over. Others might just call the guy a cheating son of bitch. Anyway local prostitutes could be found hanging at El Yate and more so over at La Terraza, which incidentally morphed in to the Colegio Americano over the years.