The funeral was larger than most people expected. Sam spoke for an hour about his times with him and the past. This was one of many funerals happening around the city, but most felt they had to come to this one, all except for Ana. She sat in her room with her gun afraid to see anyone. She missed several appointments with her doctor and the prosthetist. The blood had dried on the doorjamb and the floor staining the wood. Wendy and Cathy tried to talk her out of the room, but nothing could talk her down. The funeral was coming to an end. Sam was one of the pallbearers with the mayor, chief of police, the principal of the high school, the new elementary school principal and Owen. The town laid Principle Edward Antonio Dyas to rest with all the honors the city could provide.
Three days earlier, Owen heard something from the bedroom. He remembered how Ana was having night terrors when she slept alone, so he picked up a vest he had hanging near the door and went to the room. He opened the door to a flash of light and a pain in his shoulder and chest as the vest pulled out of his hand and back as Ana emptied her gun at him. He backed away with a round in his shoulder and what felt like broken ribs and a broken wrist. Sam heard the gunfire and came running with his Glock 19 and a shotgun on his shoulder finding Owen on the floor waving him off. Owen said, “she has ten magazines.” Sam asked, “what the fuck is going on?” They could hear Ana drop the empty magazine and load another. Sam pulled out his phone and called Wendy. After a few rings, Wendy answered, “make this quick Sam.” Ana fired into the door near the sound of the phone. Wendy screamed into the phone asking, “is that gunfire?” Sam said, “I don’t know what’s going on. Owen said that Ana was having bad dreams and well, maybe we should have taken her gun…… Oh yeah, she shot Owen, and we need some help.”
Jorge sat naked in their room watching the news and all the coverage of the school then the funerals. He was halfway through a bottle of whiskey while smoking a cigar laced with marijuana commonly known as a blunt. Sitting next to him was a Glock29. A day after the shooting, Luis drove to the border to find out what was happening on the other side. He came back a few hours later saying how the border was closed. That night Luis packed a bag and planned on taking a trip across the desert hoping to contact a friend back in Mexico and see if the government is moving in. His departure left Jorge alone with time and his thoughts. He watched the news, drank, smoked and stared at the gun wondering what his first day in hell was going to be like. In his dreams, he could see the kids falling and blood flying while on that day all he could see was smoke and targets. Soon he came to see that he couldn’t shoot himself while his sister was still a prisoner back home. He got dressed and went out looking for something to do. A few hours later he saw a rail-thin man walking along a sidewalk scratching at his arms showing all the signs of an addict needing a fix. Jorge followed this man thinking if he finds the dealer just maybe he could do some good.
Wendy, Jill, Jack, and Zoey sat in a car watching a dealer as he sold his wares to his clientele seeming oblivious to them watching him. The man was an affront to good taste. He sat up against a wall with a sign saying, “will work for food.” He was a special kind of dirty that unless you didn’t know what to look for you wouldn’t know it was all makeup and props. To add to the effect, he wore a filthy poncho. The customer gives him the cash, and he takes their hand slipping the drugs into their palms in a sleight of hand worthy of a street performer. He was a small-time operator dealing in pills and small amounts of the heroin being brought across the border and would have slipped by their watch, but Cathy wanted to see what happened to the ash-brown haired girl once her dealer was dead. She followed her around until she saw this dealer. A man straight off the central casting for a zombie movie walked down the street to the dealer. Behind him was a strikingly handsome Hispanic man. Wendy thought he seemed familiar, but she wasn’t sure. The man pushed the addict out of the way while pulling a gun and pointing it at the dealer.
Jorge decided to shoot the addict and the dealer, but the dealer would be first, so he pushed the addict out of the way and drew on the dealer. He pointed the gun, and the man became a small child covered in blood. Jorge hesitated. The dealer stared at the strange man wondering if this was from a rival gang or just maybe the cartel was tired of waiting for his payment. The addict stayed on the ground with his face down saying, “I didn’t see nothing.” The mix of booze and pot was changing what Jorge saw into what he saw in his mind. The dealer slowly moved to his right trying to pull the Walther PPK he had hid under the poncho. Jorge lowered his gun and wondered what would happen if he just walked away when the dealer pulled out his gun, and a shot rang out. Jorge pointed the gun back at the dealer and fired three times stopping when he saw the dealer was already dead with the back of his head spread across the brick wall. A van pulled up behind him, and a woman stepped out. Wendy said, “come with us if you want to live.” Behind her, he saw a younger woman with a scoped rifle. The addict started to scream, “I didn’t see nothing, I didn’t see nothing.” Jorge handed the woman his gun and got into the van.
Cathy gave Jorge a cup of coffee and placed a plate of shortbread cookies on the table in front of him. Wendy asked, “what do you know about these men that have your sister?” Jorge remembered Wendy from a month or two ago from a truck he and Luis followed. She had purposely crashed into a barn. He remembered thinking she was crazy. He said in broken English he used to make himself seem less prepared then he was for his mission, “I know too much. We worked for them to try and see if anyone still live.” Cathy asked, “and Lewis went back to see what was happening?” Jorge shook his head then he nodded saying, “Luis and we were both in the army, but he has more friends still in than I do so he went across.” He looked around seeing a bigger operation than either he or Luis had expected. He said, “we came here to America hoping to find help, but this country is just so violent that we just didn’t see any way we could get help.” Wendy turned to Cathy who nodded and left the room. She turned to Jorge and said, “we have a friend who knows this guy that runs a specialty security service that well, specializes in such operations and I think he would help as long as we aren’t already too late.”