By Eli Saslow, Chron, March 21, 2021
Rich Pimentel had already tried searching in a trailer park and a migrant camp when he started driving toward the third and final address listed in the student's school file. He followed his GPS to a neighborhood on the edge of the desert, an oasis of palm trees and swimming pools protected by a steel gate. "Wow," Pimentel said as he rolled down his window and pulled up to a call box. "Finally a happy ending. Maybe this kid's actually OK."
He punched in an access code, but the gate would not open. He pressed a call button to ask for help, but nobody answered. He waited for another minute, parked his truck, and started to climb the fence. On the other side, a resident waved for him to stop.
"It's OK," Pimentel said, holding up his school ID. "I'm an assistant principal at the high school. I'm trying to find one of our missing students."
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