Two hours later, Cathy and Zoey were back from the doctor. Wendy already knew what was going on by the look on Zoey’s face. Cathy walked over to Wendy and said, “we need to talk about what happened this morning, but that can wait.” Zoey walked over to Wendy and hugged her saying, “I’m sorry about this morning, and I do understand.” Wendy looked to Cathy who was nodding. Wendy said, “I’m sorry about this morning as well and no matter what we will support you.” Zoey replied, “I hope so because I’m having this baby with or without Gary.” Wendy stood back from Zoey then walked over to the storage room and opened the door. She said, “this room is bigger than the room you’re in now. We could convert it to another suite with a bathroom and connect it to your room to work as a nursery.”
Wendy left Zoey in the storage room planning out the changes so she could call Owen. The phone rang twice, “Yeah, what’s up?” Wendy asked, “are you busy?” After a few seconds, Owen said, “I’m never busy enough that I can’t stop and help.” Wendy could hear Ana ask, “did I tell you to stop?” Owen said, “say hey to Wendy.” Ana said, “Owen is too busy to come out and play. Will call you back.” Wendy asked, “I was just wondering if you knew what was up with Gary. Does he know how unhappy Zoey is?” Instead of an answer, Wendy heard a creaking sound along with some heavy breathing. The creaking sound picked up and soon Ana was moaning in rhythm to the sound. Owen said, “oh shit the phone is still on……. We’ll call you back.” The call disconnected. Wendy stared at the phone. She could almost picture the two together, but she also could picture the last time she was with Owen. She looked out and saw Cathy standing in the storage room with Zoey. She stared for what seemed like seconds, but ten minutes passed. Her phone rang, and Owen said, “I’ll talk to Gary, but I think you should know where he is and what he’s doing.”
Jorge found himself on a bus, ten miles outside of Mexico City on the road to the west coast. He found a man online in Puerto Vallarta that would not only sell him a boat but would teach him while they sailed to Hawaii. The sixty-four-foot Trimaran was costing over two-hundred and eighty thousand dollars, but it had everything they would need for a prolonged stay. He figured his sister would forgive him once she was away from the Americans and their realm of influence. He did all this for her. He could picture them on the boat. In his mind, Maria was still that little girl he left behind when he joined the Army all those years ago. Next to him was Luis. His memory of Luis then turned to that dark alley where he died. The look of his face as he passed. The certainty that he would never see him again. Jorge woke up from his daydream as the bus came to a stop. He looked out and saw two police cars blocking the road as they funneled cars down to one lane and searched for something or someone. The P90 was in a bag under his seat, but the Glock was tucked away in an oversized pocket in his jacket. The bus slowly rolled forward and came to another stop. The door in the front opened and one of the police said something to the driver, but Jorge couldn’t hear what was being said. Another couple of minutes and the bus was passed the checkpoint and back up to speed.
Wendy’s phone chirped with a text from Sam, “got video on my way.” For a moment she couldn’t remember what video he was talking about. Yesterday seemed like a thousand years ago. When she finally remembered what the video was, she wondered if this was something they should take on. By the end of the year, their home was going to become a sort of nursery with three babies on the way. Cathy was in the kitchen eating her sour cream ice-cream she made herself topped with caramel and bacon. From the moment they had decided to go back and fight the war on drugs they had made all their decisions together, and Wendy didn’t want that to change. Many of their friends called this Wendy’s war, but she saw it as their war. Cathy had said she didn’t like all the killing, but she hated the men moving the drugs. She liked it when they started to help the people they found crossing the border in their search for drugs. Most of the drugs coming into the country were coming through legal ports from airports to the Canadian border.
An hour later and Sam was there as they reviewed the start of what would be hours of watching for signs of dealing and the dealer. About 2am with most everyone else either gone to bed or were asleep in the common room Wendy sat watching the video. She saw something suspicious along the fence line from a camera mounted on a shed. A man wearing blue overalls was talking to another man wearing the construction company’s uniform. This was nothing new. The company was working double and triple time to finish the station, and that included many subcontractors. What didn’t seem to fit was how they interacted and how the man in the blue overalls made sure to say off the property. The employee handed the man something, and the man gave him something in return. Using the cameras and time stamp, Wendy checked all the angles from all the cameras until she found a better image of the dealer and the plates on his car. She checked the time and saw it was too early in the morning to call the sheriff and get the plate number checked. Cathy came out of the bedroom and over to Wendy. She leaned over and whispered, “all this can wait until the morning, come to bed.”