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"Sorry for not consulting you," Abigail apologizes. "But it's the only thing I could think of. She has my data, Gretel; it's only a matter of time before she identifies me. I won't betray you, but if they search my house, they'll find your DNA everywhere, and they won't take long to locate you. Today is Saturday, and banks don't work. No matter how many contacts that woman has or how many doors she rings, I doubt she'll get the information before two hours."
"What if she can't get them to accept our deal?"
"In that case, we'll have to keep our word and release Mikel. I'll cover both of our legal expenses, so don't worry about that. What I'm saying is true, Gretel; if they find nothing tying us to that bastard, they can only charge us with car theft, and we won't go to jail for that."
"Okay," Gretel sighs with relief, feeling safe again with Abigail. "As soon as we arrive, we'll take a picture of that pig and send it to her. Then we'll put him in the trunk and thoroughly clean that storage room so there's no trace of him."
Abigail looks at her, nodding with a half-smile of satisfaction. It takes Gretel a moment to react, but when she does, it's with a determination that impresses Abigail deeply.
"When everything's set," Gretel continues, oblivious to the racing pulse she's inducing in her companion, "we take the car and head to an open field to wait. If the sergeant doesn't hold up her end by the deadline, we release that pig and head straight to a car wash to clean the trunk thoroughly."
Gretel shoots a quick glance at Abigail when she finishes speaking, seeking her opinion on the proposed plan.
"I'd fuck you right now, Gretel, seriously," Abigail says, biting her lip. "You have no idea how much I want to."
Gretel feels her throat go dry, air escaping her lungs, and her pulse quickens, while something throbs uncontrollably between her legs. She clenches them, swallowing hard, not daring to respond because what she'd say seems improper for her.
Despite the circumstances, Abigail can't help but flash a mischievous smile at the effect her words have had on her companion.
"Okay," Gretel finally says, her voice strained. "Let's sort this out, and then you can do all those things you're thinking."
Chapter 16
Sergeant Cruz Ortega is in a foul mood. She dislikes being given orders, especially ultimatums. Glancing at the clock, she calculates the time available. In half an hour, she can't accomplish much, yet she grabs her car keys and heads decisively towards the city's most troubled area. She can make progress on the other front she has open – identifying the assailants.
Entering La Palanca, a bar whose name seems fitting for the place, considering its current owner has a hefty record for car thefts she keeps in check. She has solved many cases thanks to his information.
"What do you want now? I haven't done anything. I've finally become an honest citizen," protests the owner as she sits at the end of the bar, fixing her gaze on him.
"I want information, you know that."
"I don't know anything."
"Well, you better know something, Palancas, because otherwise, all the evidence I have against you will land on a judge's desk first thing in the morning."
Paco Reina, or Palancas as the sergeant calls him, exhales, scanning both ends of the bar to ensure nobody pays them too much attention.
"What do you want to know?" he asks while serving the sparkling water she just ordered. "Lately, I haven't been keeping up with much."
"The assault this morning in a parking lot."
"I don't want trouble with Teodoro's people, Sergeant," he huffs, containing his voice.
"So, you know what I'm talking about?"
"Don't need to be a genius. That shit's been all over the news this morning. Is it true they kidnapped that bastard's son? Damn, you've got to have some serious balls to do that or be a complete idiot," he chuckles.
The sergeant thinks it's the latter but keeps it to herself.
"What do you know about it?"
"Not much. Sometimes, I overhear comments, you know, but not much has been said. Just that those guys kidnapped Mikel and demanded a ransom."
"I know that too. Give me something I don't know, Palancas, or I swear..."
"Okay, okay," he interrupts, leaning in over the bar. "Word around here is one of them betrayed the others."
"One of them? What the hell are you talking about?" she asks, bewildered.
