Wendy slipped into bed with Cathy, and the two lay there not talking or sleeping. After what felt like hours but was really minutes, Cathy said, “I reminded her about your time in prison and what happened there as well as how we first met Gary.” Wendy asked, “is that why she apologized?” Cathy replied, “yes and no. I think most of her apology was about how you gave her a chance when so many people just wanted her gone.” Wendy quickly said, “we gave her an opportunity, and she made her own chance.” Cathy shifted over to Wendy and said, “no that was you. I didn’t want another broken person in my life, but I know that as long as I love you, I’ll have to deal with your strays.” Wendy replied, “that’s not fair to you or them.” Cathy said, “life’s not fair my love. Never has been nor will it ever be, all you can do is deal with the inequities the best you can.”
A few hours later, Owen called with some news. He said, “I think if there’s anything you think Gary should know then you should tell him. I don’t think he knows Zoey is unhappy and I know why he’s been working overtime, but that’s not for me to say.” Wendy told him about the man and the plates. Owen took the number down and said he would have Sam ask the sheriff. He gave her an address to a house on the other side of town saying, “you’ll find him there.” She pulled up to a single level cinder block ranch house with a dumpster in the driveway along with Gary’s truck. Gary came out with a load of scrap wood and saw Wendy’s truck. He looked back to the house then back to Wendy. He tossed the scrap into the dumpster and walked over to Wendy. Looking back to the house he asked, “so what do you think? Do you think she’ll like it?” Wendy looked at the house then back to Gary without saying a word. Gary could feel the glare. He said, “I plan to do the basics and then show her, and together we will finish the design making it ours.” Wendy asked, “how many bedrooms?” Gary said, “well it has four, but part of what I’m doing is turning one of those rooms into a master bath with walk-in closet.” Wendy shook her head and said, “you need to show her this today. The longer you wait, the greater the chance you will lose her.” She caught herself before she said lose them both.
The bus finally came within view of Puerto Vallarta. Jorge could smell the salt in the air as well as the other scents that only come from the ocean. The sun was coming up, and it was already hot. He planned on paying for the boat and sleeping on it while learning how to sail. With every mile, he came closer to his sister and killing the people that took her away. The bus stop wasn’t close to the marina, but a walk after such a long bus ride didn’t sound that bad. He got off the bus and picked up his bag from below. About halfway to the marina, he called the man about the boat. The man said, “I’m already at the boat making sure it’s ready for you.” Jorge said, “good I want to pay you when I get there and stay on the boat.” The man said, “I thought we would leave as soon as you get here, and I would teach you as we go.” Jorge replied, “that sounds good, I will be there soon.” Something sounded off about his rush. The man went from trying to slow him down to a rush to leave. Jorge checked both his guns.
The boat was bigger than he thought with a tall mast and three hauls. Jorge purposely walked past the dock watching a man on the deck. He was much younger than his voice over the phone. Tall with either a deep tan or just well tone and jet-black hair. He had his shirt off with a well-built body and a tattoo of a snarling bull on his back. Jorge started to feel guilty as he watched Hector Santos. It hadn’t been that long since Luis had died to help him save his sister. Jorge turned back and walked up to the dock. Hector waved and smiled. Jorge felt his stomach drop on the look of this man’s smile. Another thought came across him. This man might be dangerous to his plans. At best he helps but what if he doesn’t want to help or worse gets in his way. Something on Hector’s face changed as red and blue lights strobed across the body of the boat. Jorge turned around and saw police cars moving in. He turned and jumped onto the boat. Hector went into action untying the lines casting off. Shots rang out. Hector started the motor pulling away from the dock. Jorge dropped down and using the P90 returned fire.
Jake McKinney was a good old boy from the deepest part of the south in Mississippi in a town made up of only members of his own family. His grandfather was a moonshiner, and his father grew marijuana along with the corn for moonshine. Jake made methamphetamine. His process was shut down when he lost his ability to buy enough ephedrine. Undaunted by this failure Jake went looking for a new drug. Near the border, in a bar in New Mexico, he found a man in a bar looking to sell something new. His employer was a major drug manufacturer working on a drug for Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder or ADHD in children. The drug was ten years in the development and over a billion dollars in the hole, but most of all it was a failure. The drug had a psychotic effect on the user with a few of the test subjects becoming violent to themselves and others. Now he had billions of these pills to sell and no way to sell them. After a few rounds, Jake had samples of the drug cut with basic baby aspirin and pressed into a pill for their new business.