Late Night

It was pretty obvious from the trap he laid for me, that Miguel, or whoever he was working with, had taken my sister and the other girls. Which means that my first priority needs to be informing local police and the Mexican National Guard, not to mention the state department and, oh joy, my boss.

Well, actually, some little part of me was thinking, the first priority should be to get yourself out of danger. You don't know if this guy had anyone meeting him{if carCrash > 0} or driving this road at night{else} or if someone else will be using this lot{endif}, so it seems like a good idea to clear out.

Thankfully, {if carCrash > 0}despite the fact that it had just lost a game of chicken with a big rig, Miguel's car still ran{else}Miguel's car ran{endif} when I turned the ignition. Small favors, I told myself and contemplated my next course of action. Unfortunately, that course of action was putting my captor in the trunk and driving back to the Parker's house.

So, I dragged the body over to the trunk, popped it open with the lever in the car, and, with enough difficulty that I couldn't help but chide myself for skipping weight lifting at the gym, I got him up and into the trunk.

Next, I got in the driver's seat, said a silent prayer that there wouldn't be any bored cops on the way home, and headed back up the length of Federal Highway One and over to Boca del Solado, which seemed so much farther, this time.

Finally, I arrived at the front gate and, not knowing the code, {if caboSus > 1} but knowing that the gate can be easily lifted by hand{else} I had to get out and fiddle with the gate, which, as it turns out, is totally shitty security, as it opened by hand{endif}, allowing me to drive through and down to the Parker's house, where I had to leave the car in the driveway and run through the house to open the garage, before pulling in and closing the garage door behind me.

Too tired to deal with the dead body in the trunk. I typed out an email to my boss, remembered I didn't have cell service, and, fortunately, found the wifi password on a message board in the kitchen. Email sent, I walked into the bathroom sat down in the shower and cried.