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In the morning, Owen drove Ana back to the hospital for a fitting and more therapy. A specialist was going to come and start the build for a leg and foot that would mimic the real thing as close as they could. Owen dropped her off and waited in the van. He called Darrel, “tell me the Jeep is ready.” Darrel stepped away from the open hood of the Jeep he was rebuilding for Ana and asked, “something wrong with the van?” Owen looked at the pink and white leather with neon-green edging and said, “this color is making me sick, and Ana said she would rather walk to the hospital then go in the Pepto Abysmal.” Ana didn’t say she would rather walk, but she did say Pepto Abysmal. The Jeep was a 1995 Jeep CJ7 painted in desert camo with large tires and every bell and whistle they could attach. Ana had said she wanted one as a child and Owen was happy when Darrel said he had one he was rebuilding. For his part, Owen volunteered to do the work for free, and Wendy paid for the parts.
Cathy asked, “there using children?” Jill shook her head while Gina just sat and stared at the video of the young boy packing the papers and drugs. Wendy said, “they are using children, but they are not. We can do what is necessary to protect people including the children they are using.” Cathy wanted to break the tension and just maybe end this meeting. She said to Jill, “I want to buy you a Smart-TV with a camera for your room.” Jill gave her the dog tilted head look. Cathy wanted that look. She said, “while it’s nice you and Jeff are having a good relationship, I saw more of him than I ever want to see again.” Wendy chimed in saying, “no one wants to walk into the common room and find you and him Skype sexing.” Jill tried to sink into her seat while the two on the couch moved away from the center part that faces the TV and camera. Gina said, “I don’t have a problem with it as long as I can see him from my room.” Everyone looked at Gina. Jill said, “let's go now.” Cathy and Jill left in one of the trucks while Wendy went to her office to read her email. The day started off as usual until Jack walked back into the common room. Jack James had vanished after the tunnel without a word, and now he was here, but he did say something to someone before he left. Wendy saw him and looked at the others. Wendy had told the others she had sent him to kill the mother of a child that was killed while crossing the desert in a truck loaded with people and heroin. This caused a rift between him and the others.
Gina walked over to Jack and said, “I can’t believe you came back.” For a hot second, they were on their way to becoming something, but then what he had done changed how she saw Jack. He hated seeing the hate in her eyes, but he knew Wendy wanted them to think the woman was dead and not in a place along the coast of Texas settling in and making peace with the death of her son. Wendy saw the look in Gina’s eyes and knew this was about to get ugly. She stepped out and said to Gina, “do you remember that night? How people were acting after the death of the boy and George? Most of them were worried about the mother and what she knew so I told Jack to act like he killed her. He set her up in a house in Texas and has been there helping her with papers and a job.” Gina didn’t say anything, but her hate for Jack started to vanish as an angry look appeared for Wendy. Jack said, “my work in Texas is done. I think, no I know she will be alright so I’m back, and I want back in.”
Jorge sat in a car watching a house waiting to see her. A few weeks ago, he gave a teenage girl a gun. She was in trouble and needed help, but instead of helping her directly he gave her the gun and a chance to help herself, but now he wondered if he should have done the job himself. The media named her and talked about her and her family with one national news network suggesting they brought the home invasion on themselves because they homeschooled their children. Luis was scoping out their new target, and he was supposed to be finding a dealer to question, but instead, he found himself here watching Jessica and wondering if they should blame all Americans. Jessica was about the same age as his sister Maria when the cartel took over their village, and she became someone’s property. This next job was something they could never take back and could never be forgiven. Their goal was to bring in the American military making it too difficult for the cartel to use this place along the border. They knew the cartel would move their operations away from their village and the border to escape the military. They tried to link the gas station attack to the cartel, but the American news media wouldn’t drop the terrorist theories. Luis had said, “nothing says America like their schools, malls, and churches.”
The Trinity Church was established in 1994 to serve the people who came to work along the border. The congregation was growing in an age where many faiths were diminishing. The return to faith after September 11 had slowed to a stop and started to reverse. People gathered on what was a nice sunny Sunday. By 11am the church would have over three-hundred people inside, but at 9:30 people were just starting to arrive while the choir practiced, and a guest speaker stood at the pulpit looking out wondering if he should think about the audience naked or was that a sin. A woman dressed in what most would call her Sunday best was followed by three young children. She was showing them the church letting them see there was nothing to fear. One of the children was just a toddler. She saw something shiny and blinking up by the stage near the man that looked like he was about to vomit. No one would ever know it, but young Annie Franks saved many lives. She walked over to the shiny light and tried to pull it out by grabbing it by the wires setting off the bomb. People on the outside said how there was a flash of light then all the windows exploded out. Inside, the building was hollowed out with just the outside walls and the roof still standing with no one left alive inside.