After hearing the snap of the hammer and the voice of the dealer of my past addictive pleasures I stole a glimpse of Misty, who stood off to my left with a sad look in those auburn eyes.
She clasped her hands together and pleaded with me.
“I’m sorry, Mick….I had to…he heard you were back…it was either cooperate with him or he would kill me…”
Victor chimed in before she could finish,
“Come on..ese…even with a gun to our mans head…you still lie? Truth is Mick…she met me at the bar last night…once she came in, I saw in her eyes that something was up. As you can see by her face….it took a little persuading to get her to talk. Consequences, Mick. Keeping things from me has consequences. You have kept things from me for 10 years. You owe me truth. I deal the consequences.”
I tried to get up to speak my truth and face the consequences. As I began to turn around I was met with the butt of the gun, square at the base of my skull.
I saw a few stars and thudded to a heap on the cemetery ground right in front of Chase’s headstone.
My world went quiet and dark.
“Hey, homies…pick up this piece of crap, tie him up, blindfold him, tape up his mouth and put him in the trunk of my Impala….Chavo…you ride with pinche Misty in his truck back to his hotel and clear out his stuff. He’s checkin’ out.”
Chavo puts his gun into the waistband of his pressed Chinos and replies,
“No problem, Boss. You want me to bring her to you after that?”
Victor shoots a wry smile and her and replies to Chavo.
“Nah…you find a way to keep her occupied. I’ll call you when I need her.”
Chavo agrees and walks over to Misty, pushes her toward the truck by the shoulder and says to her,
“Only one way to keep a girl like you occupied, ese. You drive. Let’s go see how good that bed is in the hotel.”
Misty slashes a scared yet angry look over to Victor.
Victor answers her look with a sharp reply,
“Better do what he says, chica…..unless you wanna go another round with me.”
Victor’s other 2 associates slam the trunk of the Impala with Mick securely bound and gagged inside, turn towards their Boss and say,
“All set, Señor Valdez.”
Victor puts his gun back into his shoulder holster begins to walk to the Impala and says,
“Bueno. Let’s go show this gringo what it’s like to be back home.”
Victor gets behind the wheel, starts up his Impala, plays with the hydraulics to get a little bounce. After hearing the body slam around in the trunk, he smiles and puts the car into drive and follows Mick’s truck out of the cemetery.
Misty turns right and heads back to Holiday Inn, like she was ordered to.
Victor turns left and heads toward the abandoned house that Chase learned the meaning of truth and consequences in, when he crossed Victor Valdez so many years before.
To be continued….
“Where is she going – ooh, she looks like she’s lost
Won’t someone help her – somebody give her a hand
She’s got such sweet eyes – look like they’ve seen too much
Knew someone like here – nobody helped, but she’s
Home again….home again.”
Home Again– Oingo Boingo
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