This is what I have so far. I’m publishing it to keep the story going even though I didn’t reach the number (word count) I wanted.
Darrel pulled out into the yard in the 1969 Mustang Fastback Boss 429 in metallic copper with black metallic flake rally stripes. The flake shined in the sun. Wendy walked over to the car and leaned in asking, “and you think this is subtle?” Darrel ran his hand over the wood steering wheel and said, “subtle is overrated. Painting this car in anything else would have made it stand out even more like a hot pink Ferrari or a neon green Jaguar.” Darrel got out of the car and held the door open for Wendy. When she was behind the wheel, he said, “we have many cars for the job. A car like this is something you enjoy. Something more than just a car.” Wendy ran her hand along the steering wheel and down to the clutch. She said, “you do know that the next car is going to be hot pink or neon green.” Darrel smiled and said, “yeah I kind of regret saying those colors.” Sally was standing in the doorway. Darrel looked over at her then he asked, “does she know?” Wendy smiled saying, “not yet but I think it’s time.”
Sally found a long open stretch of road with the car running hot near ninety-five miles an hour. Wendy held on tight trying not to scream. She asked, “didn’t Darrel say to not do this?” Sally said, “yeah you are supposed to break the motor in but…... I mean how can I take it slow? There’s nothing slow about this car.” Wendy smiled saying, “this car could be worth somewhere around one-hundred thousand dollars but not if you kill the original motor…... but ‘it’s your car so whatever.” Sally slowed the car down to a stop and looked over at Wendy saying, “don’t play with me.” Wendy said, “you are well worth this and so much more.” Sally spun the tail around and laid some rubber on the blacktop. Sally asked, “so that’s why all the questions about color?” Wendy said while trying not to scream, “no, I told him to do a basic paint, not this show job…... what you chose this color?”
“Luis, I know you are having trouble understanding who you are and your father and I aren’t helping, but I hope that one day you can understand and maybe forgive us.” Luis played the recording again. The recording was the last words of his mother just days before her and his father’s death at the hands of the cartel that took over their small border town so they could build a tunnel to smuggle drugs into the states. Jorge slipped behind the wheel of the truck and started the motor. Luis played the recording again. Jorge gently put his hand on Luis’s hand and pulled it away from the play button saying, “we are making this right.” Luis turned the phone off and put it away. He said, “I want to do something to remember their anniversary tonight.” Jorge replied, “I think we need to find a source of information.” He pulled out onto the highway heading to the small town of Dent, New Mexico. After about an hour of driving, Jorge asked, “do you think we’ll find someone.” Luis smiled as he replied, “the one thing you can always count on is finding an addict in America.”
Dent, New Mexico had a population of fourteen hundred people most of which are either trying to hide or just lost. The town was once a stopping point for the trains to add water or sand but that was long ago, now the town is a stopping point for illegals to find water and racists to track the illegals. Much like any town, you can find what you want in Dent. Alicia Gram knew what she wanted and how to get it. She spent her nights at the large truck stop just outside of town working on her knees servicing truckers and her days smoking pot laced with Phencyclidine also known as angel dust. That night her shift was coming to an end with more than enough to buy her fix and just maybe some food. A tall, handsome Hispanic man approached Alicia. He showed her two hundred-dollar bills but didn’t say a word. Alicia thought how she would almost do this guy for free, well almost. She followed him around a corner where she found another man holding something yellow in a gun-like shape. A flash of light and an intense sting across her chest was the last thing she remembered.