Best American Crime Writing 2006 - Mark Bowden [56]
Martin (pronounced Mar-TEEN) Soto-Fong is now thirty and has been on death row for eleven years. He’s about five feet six, with a slight build. His ancestry is Chinese and Mexican; he’s starting to lose the straight black hair that he had when he was arrested. His voice is soft, and his English has improved during his years in prison. “He’s one of the quieter guys we have on death row,” Lieutenant Glenn Pacheco, a corrections officer who helps to supervise death row, said. “We never get any trouble from him.” Soto-Fong was eight when his family moved from Mexico to Tucson, where his father supported the family as a construction worker. Five years ago, Soto-Fong’s mother, who was of Chinese descent, committed suicide, which he attributes to her sorrow over his situation. “I can see her depression, just seeing me going through this,” he told me. “I can see that it was putting her through a real difficult time. So, yeah, this had everything to do with it, I believe.” As for himself, Soto-Fong said, “I just try to stay as busy as possible. Read. Work out. Write my family. I stay involved in my case a lot. I read a lot of transcripts and whatever my attorneys send me…. Just try to do whatever I can to keep myself busy.”
He shows some bitterness toward his former attorney Jim Stuehringer, who now represents Ken Peasley. “To this day, I hold some, you know, a bit of anger towards him, and I just feel very betrayed,” he said. But he also says he’s confident that he, like McCrimmon and Minnitt, will one day be vindicated in the El Grande case. “I have no doubt,” he said. “And I believe with all my heart that Peasley and Godoy know that I’m innocent.”
Several years ago, during the bar proceedings against Peasley, Rick Lougee turned his attention to Soto-Fong. Working on his own time, along with a paralegal, Linda Lavis, Lougee became convinced of Soto-Fong’s innocence and was just as obsessive on the subject as he was in pursuit of Peasley’s disbarment. “My wife said this case would make me crazy,” Lougee said, with a half smile. “She was right.” Progress was as slow on Soto-Fong’s case as it was on Peasley’s, and Lougee has at times been despondent about that one, too. Two years ago, Lougee sent an e-mail to some lawyer friends that concluded, “Martin told Joe [Godoy] when he was arrested, ‘You’re framing me.’ Martin was right. Godoy, Peasley and that prick, the ultimate prick Stuehringer, are trying to kill an innocent kid. Someone needs to stop this, but I can’t do it alone. I’m tired, broke and nearly suicidal. Please help.”
ONE DAY IN TUCSON, I asked Ken Peasley to take me to the El Grande Market. Reopened under new management and renamed Jim’s, the market still looks much as it did in 1992, with long aisles full of inexpensive merchandise and a cash register near the front. Standing by the entrance, Peasley narrated his version of how the murders took place, largely on the basis of the fingerprint evidence and the testimony of Keith Woods. “Soto-Fong went to the produce counter, which used to be in the back, and picked up some cucumbers and lemons,” Peasley said. “He put them down on the counter, and something happened between him and Mr. Gee, the owner. Something happened between the two of them, and then it became a fucking shooting gallery. They got about three hundred dollars, a hundred dollars a body. Strange thing was, there was all kinds of money in cigarette cartons in the back, but they didn’t see it or something, because it was still there after the