A mile away from the warehouse Wendy saw a car following them. Zoey saw her staring out the rear mirror and said, “oh god not again. I’m never getting back.” Wendy handed her a phone and told her to call the warehouse, “Tell him to send some backup to the Delta site.” Wendy turned off the road and down a dirt path to a one-time coyote rest stop, a place where they could hold their human cargo before releasing them or selling them. “Scott someone is following us. They turned onto the dirt and are continuing. We need help fast,” Zoey said as she held the phone up hoping to keep the signal. Wendy said, “as soon as we hit the door go for the back I’ll take the front.” Zoey turned to her and asked, “hit the door?” Wendy sped up and aimed for the front double door. Zoey put her arms across her face and screamed, “oh shit.” The truck struck the doors and through into the building sputtering to a stop. In one quick fluid motion, Wendy got out, pulled her gun and went to the door. Zoey stumbled out and went for the shotgun in the rack. She checked the action and went for the back.
Jorge leaned over and asked, “so do you think they know we were following them?” Luis stopped their car and turned the lights off. Jorge said, “whoever she is she does know how to make an entrance.” Luis turned to Jorge and just stared until Jorge put his hand up in a whatever gesture. He turned back to the building and stared. After a couple of minutes, Luis said, “this would be too much work for not enough payoff.” Ten minutes later and a van and a large truck came down another side road and what Luis counted as six people came out armed and ready. One of them had a long rifle with a scope. Luis pulled away not turning the lights back on until they got back to the highway. Luis said, “I don’t know what that was about, but I don’t think they are dealers. I don’t know.” Jorge asked, “maybe we should go back and get some sleep?” Luis sped up saying, “I think we can have a little fun before we call it a night.” Jorge said, “that’s what I was thinking.” Luis turned the car back to the city speeding up. Jorge opened a bag and checked the contents. He said, “yeah, I think we have what we need. Let’s go find a dealer.”
Jacob Franks was having a slow night. He was sitting in a folding chair between a coin laundry and a closed pizza place. It was two weeks before most of his clients would get their welfare payments cutting his traffic down to the new customers and the ones that can find the funds wherever. He was waiting for this one client that would come around every Wednesday and pay for her fix with something more than just money, but she never showed. Jacob never saw himself as a player or a pedophile, but he did like how this teenager looked and how she felt. What he paid for the Adderall she was addicted to was cheaper than he would pay her for sex. He found a man to grind, mix and reform the pills so he could add a little cocaine to the mix adding even more of an addiction. He wasn’t sure if it did anything to them, but he felt he had better retention of customers since the change. A man started to walk across the street to him. He was scratching at his arms in the stereotypical junkie shake. He got about fifteen feet away when Jacob said, “I don’t take checks, and I’m not a fence so don’t bring shit to trade.”
Jorge saw what had to be the whitest man he saw since coming to America. He was tall, with an almost orange afro and his skin kind of glowed in the lights coming from the laundry nearby. Jorge knew all too well how to act like an addict from the twitchy jerky motions to the scratching. He said to Jorge, “I don’t take checks, and I’m not a fence so don’t bring shit to trade.” Jorge showed him a hundred-dollar-bill, and the dealer seemed to perk up. Jorge walked up closer to the dealer who sat up in his chair and looked him up and down. He asked, “so you speak the English or are we going to just gesture?"
Jorge said, “I speak enough to get by.” Jacob smiled and asked, “legal?” Jorge showed him the cash again and asked, “hey man can we cut to the chase I don’t want to be out here like this?” Jacob lost his smile and said, “I’m no bank, and I don’t do change.” Jorge said, “I don’t want change I want what I want.” Jacob looked around trying to see if they were alone. He said, “this is how it works. You pay me, and I give you a code to a locker in the bus station on the other block.” Jorge said, “so your nowhere near the drugs. Good thinking.” Before Jacob could answer, Jorge pulled a stun gun and shot Jacob. Within minutes, he was duct taped and in the trunk of the car. Luis said, “time for some fun.”
Jacob woke up naked taped to a chair with his feet in something wet, but he didn’t think it was water. The smell was of some chemical like bleach. He looked down and saw someone had removed all his body hair, but some of the hair on the ground was too long to be just from his balls. He shook his head back and forth, but he couldn’t feel or see any hair. From behind him, he heard, “I hope you don’t mind. I felt you could use a new look, and nothing says new as hairless.” Jacob asked, “who are you? What the fuck do you want? Why did you shave me?” Jorge walked around so Jacob could see him. He said, “because I wanted to.” Jacob growled out, “you fucking wetback, I’m going to fucking cut your fucking nuts off.” Jorge said, “what a good idea.” He pulled out a knife and went to Jacob grabbing him by the genitals. Another voice said, “hold.” Jorge said, “yeah that’s what I’m doing."
Luis walked over with a small white bag. He asked, “Jacob, where do you get your supply?” Hearing his name threw him off, but he recovered and said, “all you can do is kill me those guys would do so much more.” Luis tossed the powder into his face saying, “I want them to know all about you and your drug.” The Heroin went into his eyes, his nose, and mouth. Jacob tried to hold his breath when Jorge cut. The swipe was quick but not very clean taking the scrotum and the penis in one cut shooting blood across the floor. Jacob screamed taking in the heroin. Jorge said, “if you are lucky, you’ll bleed out.”