The sun was setting across the desert with the light fading from an orange glow to a dusky purple. A small door opened out of the desert floor, and five men stepped out. They spent the day waiting for the sun to fall so they could travel the rest of the way in the cover of night and the cool air. Four of the men carried in total nearly one-hundred pounds in uncut heroin, while the fifth had his own burden. They would have to walk for about sixty miles to meet with the truck that would take them the rest of the way, or that was what the four mules were told. Twenty miles in and the five men came to a large hole dug out of the earth. Next to the hole was a four-wheel all-terrain vehicle with a box in the back big enough for the drugs. The first man could smell the lye lining the hole. He dropped his pack and made it six steps before a round penetrated the back of his head and out his left eye. In quick succession, two of the remaining three were shot. The fifth man packed the drugs in the bag while the last man put the bodies in the hole and covered them in more lye and then soil. The two men kissed then they got on the back of the ATV.
Darrel pushed a car into the garage while Scott steered. Sally watched them push the car in and waited for them to stop. She asked, “what’s with the wreck?” Slightly out of breath Scott said, “this is no wreck. It’s a 1969 Mustang Fastback Boss 429.” Sally put her hands on her hips and asked, “and that’s supposed to mean something?” Scott said, “well, yeah that means this car is worth a lot.” Darrel said, “that depends on how much work is done, how authentic and the buyer. Some people would pay through the nose for it as is.” Scott said, “we are going to see if it will run and let Wendy decide if we restore, rebuild or sell.” Sally walked over to the car and ran her hand along the body to the back. She said, “I love this car.” Scott gave her a confused look asking, “you just…. What?” Scott just started to sing, “mustang sally you better slow that mustang down.” Wendy leaned out of her office and said, “stop butchering the classics.” Wendy walked out of her office and said, “fix the car up to a point. Make it a sort of rat rod but not that crappy on purpose shit.” Sally said, “make it run and look used.” Wendy nodded and pointed at Sally.
Gary and Zoey pulled into the driveway in a tan Ford F150 after a night of watching a warehouse about ten miles out of town. Wendy mats them at the door, “I sent you to watch them not fuck in front of them.” Gary put his arms up in an exacerbated gesture saying, “we did our job.” Wendy held up an iPad with video from a camera on the truck. At first, the video was steady then the image started to bounce slowly. After a few minutes, the bouncing became rougher. Gary turned red in the face while Zoey smirked trying to hold in a laugh, but then her laugh died when she saw someone from the warehouse looking at them. Wendy said, “this went on for what fifteen minutes? I don’t know whether to be impressed or angry.” From across the room, Sally yelled, “angry, always go for angry.” Gary took the iPad and started the video up watching for the people coming out. He said, “I see five, no six guys with guns.” He handed the pad back to Wendy. Wendy said, “yeah this might not be what we thought. If six men came out, then there must be twice that much.” Zoey said, “or there are just six guys that wanted to see my tits and ass.”
Three ghostly red images moved from the door to a back room. Another two people joined them. Wendy turned to her notebook and made a note count out eleven people. She also made a note about the back room and how it seemed they were sitting around a table. The infrared camera helped clear the mystery over how many people were in the house. Two of those people were in a room at the top, and they stayed in place. Their heat images were small indicating they may be children. Wendy pointed at the monitor saying, “five guys with AK’s on the ground floor near an SUV, four guys outside the door from where the last two with what I assume are also AK’s.” she opened the window of the small van they were sitting in and stared at the building in the dark. On a roof nearby, two men were watching the van and the house. “Hey, Luis, who are the two in the van?” Luis asked, “how would I know?” Luis turned back to the building. He said, “Jorge, we’ll wait until tomorrow night. I want to follow that van and see who that is and if they need to die.” Jorge turned back to Luis and asked, “Luis, I thought you said we shouldn’t use our names?”
Wendy turned down another alley cutting across between two streets going away from the highway and the warehouse. Zoey asked, “where are we going?” Wendy checked the mirror and said, “I think we have a tail?” Zoey checked her back. Wendy turned onto another street then into a parking lot and out the other side. Wendy said, “no dumbass, I mean someone was following us.” Luis and Jorge sat in a car off the side of the highway overlooking the city. Luis shook his head watching the car’s headlights as Wendy tried to lose the car not following them. Luis asked, “what the fuck are they doing?” Jorge lifted his head out of Luis’s lap and asked, “are you talking to me?” Luis tucked himself back into his pants and said, “you can get back to that later I think we need to be ready to go.” Wendy made another turn onto an entrance to the highway. They passed a car parked along the way that came to life and started to follow them.