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He was not sure if that was because he was getting closer to the scene of where the evil man had turned their lives upside down, or because he was getting farther from finding any solution.
Then he saw the sign for the business that shared a wall with Sudsie’s-the Temple Gas amp; Go.
And he suddenly realized that Rosario had already given him the answer.
Praise God!
He continued driving up Broad Street. He made a right on Erie Avenue, headed for Castor Avenue.
Paco “El Nariz” Esteban pulled the minivan up to the island of gas pumps at the Gas amp; Go in the 3900 block of Castor Avenue.
It was the same convenience store, of course, where the previous Thursday Rosario had run for her life. And had jumped into Paco’s minivan.
Later, when Rosario had told Paco and Salma Esteban her stories, she had described how she and Ana had been kept at an old row house somewhere in the city. She did not know where in Philadelphia. Nor did she have a good idea of where in the city she and Rosario and the other girls were taken to work. Only that they were all some type of convenience store with regular customers.
But Paco Esteban knew the exact location of this particular Gas amp; Go. And he had decided that all he had to do was wait for the car or van-Rosario said they used a van-to pick up the girls. Then he could follow it back to that prison of a row house.
And that would lead him to the evil man who Rosario said called himself El Gato.
What I will do then, I do not know.
But first I must find him.
God help me…
El Nariz turned off the vehicle, opened the door, and got out. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill to prepay for his gasoline.
Then he walked to the door of the convenience store.
As he grabbed the metal handle, he suddenly realized he was not only scared. He was terrified. He was sweating, and it wasn’t because of the hot late-afternoon sun. This sweat, he noticed with some unpleasantness, had a foul smell to it.
He understood why he was terrified.
It was only early this morning that the evil man almost shot me.
What would happen if it is him inside this store?
He shook his head and tried to be reasonable.
But what chances are there of that?
I do not know.
And that also scares me.
He pulled open the door and walked in with all the confidence he could muster. He found that he was forcing himself to focus looking ahead, on the counter with the cash register. He did not want to look to the right, to the corner. The last time, that was where, under a sign with an arrow to the XXX video room, the Hispanic male in his midtwenties stood, keeping an intense watch on the door he just came in.
The pungent kimchee and garlic smells still hung heavily in the air. But the arrogant young Asian man wasn’t behind the register. Now there was an older Asian who looked to be maybe forty. And not so arrogant, like the other one, who acted as if he had something to prove.
As El Nariz stood at the counter, he had the sensation that he was being stared at. The feeling did not help ease his nerves.
He gave the man at the register the twenty-dollar bill and said, “Unleaded.”
The man nodded, then put the bill under a clip on the wall behind him that was labeled UNLEADED. Next to it was a similar clip, labeled SUPREME. Then the man punched buttons on the machine connected to the gas pumps that would allow El Nariz to pump twenty bucks’ worth of fuel.
Maybe he will not try cheating me of my money this time.
The arrogant young one last time did not use those clips.
