She nods, avoiding my eyes. She must hear the anger in my voice.
Good.
I drop down first, holding a hand up for Adelita to grab as she lowers herself to the ground. I keep hold of that hand and, snatching up the duffel, lead her into the brush and away from the shack. She comes along quietly. As relieved as I am that she’s unhurt, that’s how furious I am that she put herself in the position to be hurt in the first place.
When I think we’re safely far enough away, I draw her to a stop beside me. “I have to go back,” I tell her. “You stay here. Right here. Do you understand?”
“Go back? Why?”
“To help another friend.”
“Is it Max? If it is, I want to help.”
“No.”
She flinches, the word hitting her like a slap.
“You cannot help. You shouldn’t even be here. Now this time, listen to me. Stay right here. I won’t be long.”
Her jaw sets. “Do you know what my name means?”
The question comes out of the blue. I stare at her, then throw up my hands. “Fuck, Adelita. What kind of question is that?”
“Do you?” she insists, digging in mental heels. She doesn’t drop her gaze or look away.
I give in. “No. What does it mean?”
“Warrior.” She says it with pride. “I am not a child. I want Ramon to pay for what he did to me and to the two girls who died in that truck. You can’t stop me from going back.”
Her tenacity is admirable. Completely and ridiculously absurd, but admirable.
“How do you propose to get Ramon?” I ask. “You have no weapon. You are one against his army.”
She points to the guard’s gun, tucked into my belt. “I’ll take that.”
I’d forgotten the revolver. It was a reflex action to take it when the guard fell. “Do you know how to shoot?”
“Yes.”
But her eyes betray her.
I shake my head. “No. You don’t. I can’t stand here and argue with you, Adelita. If you want to help, please just be here when I get back. We may have to move fast. I promise, we will punish Ramon for what he did to you. He is being punished now.”
Her eyes widen. “You mean the snake? Do you think god sent the snake? Is it possible?”
That god sent the snake? Hardly. But if it will get her to concede to my wishes, I’ll play along. “Maybe. But I think it’s also a message that you need to protect yourself. You’ve escaped Luis twice now. You might not be so lucky the third time.”
I imagine the thoughts spinning behind those dark eyes. “You may be right. Perhaps god wants me to save other girls from men like Luis. Maybe if I tell my story . . .”
“That’s it.” My skin is crawling with the need to get back to Culebra. To get Luis and Ramon away from the village before the men return with tales of the lost drug shipment. “We’ll get you interviews in all the newspapers. But right now, I have to get back to the village. You’ll be safe if you stay right here. I won’t be long. I promise.”
Finally, a solemn smile touches her lips. “I promise, too. I will wait here for you to return.”
I’m so relieved, I want to kiss her.
But then she follows up with, “Maybe you should leave the gun? In case someone comes looking for me?”
My eyes narrow. “Don’t fuck with me, Adelita. Stay right here.” I let vampire surface, just enough to make my eyes turn—slit like a cat’s and yellow. Threatening.
She gulps. And backs down. “I will wait here.”
This time I believe her.
I snatch the duffel, run back through the brush, blood hot with anticipation, eager to take my turn with Ramon and Luis.
CHAPTER 46
LUIS IS STILL CRYING LIKE A LITTLE GIRL AND RAMON is still squealing like the pig he is. Culebra has wound his heavy, sinewy coils around Luis’ legs and is spitting into his face with a tongue darting from a head as big as a Rottweiler.
I take a moment to enjoy Luis’ terror before I reach out to Culebra. I’m back. Looks like your snake act is making Luis apoplectic. He may stroke out before you have the chance to kill him.
There’s no response. It dawns on me that I’m not sure if our mental connection works when Culebra is in his other form. Maybe I need to speak out loud—
You could have stayed away a little longer. He hisses the words. Things are just getting interesting.
—or maybe Culebra is enjoying himself, too.
I step out of the shadows and go first to grab up Ramon’s gun before he remembers he dropped it. He looks startled to see me and I realize he hasn’t been in contact with Maria after all. For an instant, he forgets about his swollen ankle and stares, mouth open.
Then concern darkens his face and turns his mouth hard. “You. How did you get away?” Concern veers to anger. “Maria. Did you hurt her?”
“Not as much as she wanted to hurt me,” I snap back. “But I guess that was your idea, wasn’t it? To have her threaten to shoot me if I tried to leave.”
“What about Gabriella? If you did anything to hurt her—”
“Ramon!” Luis yells. “Cállate la boca!”
We both turn to Luis, the snake’s head now perilously close to his. He says, “¿Quién es esta mujer?”
Culebra swivels his head and I swear he winks at me. Then Ramon is explaining who I am and that Max and I are friends of Tomás.
At the mention of Tomás, Luis unleashes a torrent of Spanish, telling Ramon to go get the guard in Tomás’ shack and to bring the guard back here to shoot this fucking snake. And for Ramon to shoot Tomás while he’s there, the hell with what his brother wants.
Ramon hobbles off with a backward glance. I have his revolver dangling at my side but he doesn’t try to take it from me. He doesn’t seem to want to get any closer than he has to. Maybe he thinks I’ve forgotten I have it and if I remember, I’ll shoot him.
They think they’re still in charge, Culebra says with glee in his tone. I think I’ll go show Ramon how wrong they are.
Culebra begins to loosen his coils, drawing himself down from Luis’ body. I watch the process with interest. If I didn’t know the true nature of that huge reptile, I’d be scurrying up the nearest tree. As for Luis, he goes weak-kneed with relief when the snake untangles itself and frees him. He sinks to the ground, face pale with fear; his dark eyes stand out like black Chinese checker marbles on a granite slab.
Pathetic wretch. I have to stifle a laugh.
Culebra slithers off into the brush after Ramon. I get behind Luis before the asshole recovers his nerve, and prod him with the gun. “Levántate,” I say.
He’s looking around to see if the snake has really gone. Assuring himself that it has, he turns his head to squint at me.
“You are American?”
He’s speaking English. Doesn’t have much of an accent, either. Good. There will be no miscommunication between us.
I prod him again, this time in the kidneys, hard enough to make him wince. “Get up. Quick. Before Ramon comes back.”
As the fear ebbs, his confidence returns. “You think you can make me, girl?” he says. “A skinny stick like you?”
Just what I hoped he’d say. I grab his right wrist, bend it back until he’s gasping with pain. To ease the pressure, he stumbles upright.
I don’t let go. I maneuver him like I’m pushing a cart until he’s near the well. The rope he used to tie Adelita still dangles from the crossbeam. I shove him against the well, grab his free hand and before he can resist, I’ve got both hands secured behind his back. I pull the knot tight.
Only then do I spin him around to face me.
He’s sputtering with rage. “Do you know who I am?”
“You’ve been watching too many movies,” I tell him, feeling the corners of my mouth curl in a smirk. “That line sounds ridiculous in real life.”
“You won’t think it so ridiculous when Ramon comes back. He’ll kill you where you stand.”
“Yeah.
We’ll see.” I’m sure Ramon will be back, all right, but with Culebra on his ass.
Luis starts yelling in Spanish. To Ramon. To the people hiding behind closed doors in the shacks around us. He’s ordering them to come out and free him. To shoot me. Offering money as a bribe.
Funny thing, the doors remain closed.
“I think you fucked yourself when you shot all the men in the village. Pretty shortsighted, Luis.”
He stares. “How do you know I shot the men? How do you know my name?”
When I don’t answer, he yanks against the ropes. “I have other men. They will be back.”
“Not for a while, I suspect, if they intend to try to save any of your llello.”
His eyes flash. “What do you know of my llello?”
I blow on the palm of my hand. “I know it’s gone.”
He struggles against the ropes again, leaning toward me, his mouth twisted in anger. “What did you do?”
Darkness is descending, the first long shadows creeping across the ground. I turn, searching the sky. A whiff of odor tells me where to look. A thick black cloud rises in the east. Luckily, the breeze is blowing it away from the village. Only a vampire’s keen sense of smell tells me what it is. The burning coke.
“There.” I point to the cloud. “I hope your boys stay downwind.”
Luis’ face contorts, color rushing up to stain his skin a sickly scarlet. “Do you know what you’ve done? Do you know what my brother will do to you when he finds out?”
Before I can respond, I catch a second scent. A familiar one.
“Then we’d better make sure he doesn’t find out.”
It’s Max’s voice behind me. He approaches with Adelita by his side and a shotgun in his hand.
CHAPTER 47
LUIS STARES AT MAX. IF EVER AN EXPRESSION REGISTERED a “now who the fuck is this?” look, it’s his.
Max and Adelita join me. “How did you get back so quickly?” I ask.
“Hitched a ride with the Federales. They picked us up in a helicopter near Ramon’s place. Before you ask, the girls are safe. Then they brought me back.” He shoots Adelita a stern look. “Alone, this time.”
Adelita isn’t looking at Max. I’m not sure she heard him. Her eyes are on Luis. She steps toward him, but I grab her arm and pull her back.
“I know what you want to do,” I say quietly. “But we need him alive. At least for now.”
Max looks around. “Where is everybody?”
“Cule—ah—Tomás should be back any minute. With Ramon.”
Luis squares his shoulders. “Ramon will have killed him by now.” He squints at Max. “So you are the American pig after my brother.”
Max raises his eyebrows. “I guess I am. And you are the pendejo brother he tethered like a goat out here in the middle of nowhere to lure the lions.”
“You will never catch Pablo. He’s too smart and his army too strong. You and your bitch and the traitor Tomás are dead.” His eyes flick to Adelita and he moistens his lips with his tongue. “You, chica, I may keep around for a while. You will have to do until I find those four pequeña putas who ran away. I don’t know how you got away from the burning truck, or escaped from my shack, but here you are again. It is fate.”
This time when Adelita jumps toward Luis, I don’t hold her back. She’s on him like a wild woman, spitting and clawing until his face is running with blood. He’s twisting against the ropes, trying to protect himself, but he’s helpless to do anything but scream at us to stop her.
The blood has me mesmerized. I find myself licking my lips the way Luis did his a few moments before.
Then Max touches my arm.
I look at him. He nods toward Adelita. Vampire retreats and I put my arms around Adelita’s waist and lift her back and away.
She squirms and fights against my grip, but I’m much stronger and when she’s caught her breath and starts to calm down, I turn her to face me and cradle her in my arms.
Luis moans. His face is a mess. Adelita caught his right eye with a fingernail, there’s a long gash radiating from the corner and it’s red-rimmed and weeping. Makes me hug her tighter.
Adelita grows still, resting her head against my chest. Then she straightens and steps free, not looking at Max or me. She stands with her back to Luis. Her shoulders shake and I think she’s crying, but I let her have her moment. She’s one tough kid.
Luis, for once, has no vitriol to spout. His eyes are squeezed shut and he draws shaky breaths through clenched teeth. He’s in pain and it’s a joy to see.
Max leans toward me. “We should get out of here. Where’s Culebra?”
A good question. Culebra?
His answer comes back. On my way.
As if on cue, there’s movement from the perimeter of the village and Culebra and Ramon appear. Ramon is stumbling like a drunk. His right ankle is bound by a crude bandage that looks like it’s made from strips of a sheet. His hands are tied behind his back with rope. His eyes are glazed, his gait unsteady.
Culebra is walking close behind him—walking behind him. He is back in human form and has a rifle in his hand. He is smiling.
Does Ramon know—
Culebra answers before I complete the question. That I’m the one that bit him? No. Not yet.
Luis doesn’t see Ramon and Culebra until they are right in front of him. When he does, the color drains from his face, making the blood from his wounds stand out in slashes of crimson like paint on a canvas.
Ramon doesn’t notice. He’s busy trying to stay on his feet. He doesn’t look good.
Is he going to be all right? I ask Culebra. Not that I care. But he may have information we need.
I only bit him once, Culebra answers. His glance goes to Luis and he says out loud, “Looks like he got into a fight with a panther.” He hooks an eyebrow in my direction. Or a vampire.
I jab a thumb in Adelita’s direction. “Not a panther. A wildcat.”
Adelita turns at the sound of Culebra’s voice. Her posture straightens when she spies Ramon. Her smile is bitter as she assesses his condition. “Another pig,” she spits.
I hadn’t had a chance to ask Adelita the question I considered earlier. I jab a thumb toward Ramon. “Did he recognize you when he found you outside the village?”
Ramon catches the question and his eyes go to Adelita. “Why would I know you?” he asks.
Adelita’s eyes go hard at his answer and I think for an instant she will go after him the way she did Luis. “Does that answer your question?” she says to me, taking two steps forward to shove him with both hands.
Ramon loses his balance and tips back, unable to break his fall. Adelita takes the heel of her foot and presses it into his injured ankle. He cries out, writhing in pain.
“You kidnapped me from my village.” She punctuates each word with a grinding of her heel. Then she steps back to stand beside Max and me. “He’ll remember me now, I think.”
“No wonder you like her,” Culebra says to me. “She’s just like you.”
Max looks around. “We’d better get out of here. Luis’ men may come back at any time. With reinforcements.”
Luis lifts his head. “You’ll never get away. My men know every inch of the area. And when I tell Pablo what you’ve done, there won’t be a place on this fucking earth where you’ll be safe.”
“And when do you plan to tell Pablo?” Max looks at Ramon. “I think I know of a place Pablo won’t find us. Isn’t that right, Ramon?”
Culebra has pulled Ramon roughly to his feet. Ramon has no more fight in him. His face is drawn with pain and resignation. “I would like to see Maria and Gabriella,” he says simply.
Max strides to Luis and cuts the rope binding him to the post. Before Luis can take a step, he’s replaced one restraint with another, handcuffs.
“What are you doing?”
“Do you think we’re leaving you?” Max says. “You can’t be that stupid.”
“Stop!” he screams. “You have
no authority here. This is kidnapping.”
Adelita moves again. Fast as quicksilver, she’s darted to Luis and with strength I wouldn’t have expected from such a small girl, she’s backhanded him across the face so hard, he stumbles backward. “¿Usted habla del secuestro? ¿Cómo atrévase le?”
Max and Culebra watch, grim smiles touching their mouths. She’s asking how he dares to talk of kidnapping.
I smile, too, before taking Adelita’s hand to pull her back once again. “Easy, girl. He has a long walk ahead of him. Plenty of time for him to ponder the irony. The kidnapper kidnapped.”
Adelita spits in his direction but does back up with me.
Luis coughs and works his jaw, a trickle of blood glistening at the right corner of his mouth. He glares at Adelita but has the good sense to keep quiet.
Max motions Culebra to join us, leaving Ramon and Luis a few feet away at the well. He lowers his voice so they can’t hear. “We’re going to have to make good time. It’s a four-hour hike back to Ramon’s little hideaway. Once we get there, we’ll contact the pilot and make arrangements to get Ramon and Luis into custody. I’ll have our guys waiting at the San Diego/Tijuana border to make the arrest.”
“You’re not taking them at Reynosa?” I ask.
Max shakes his head. “Can’t trust that Luis’ men won’t be waiting for us there. Better to put some distance between us and the cartel.”
I glance toward Ramon, leaning heavily against the well for support. “Will he make it?”
Culebra follows up with an even better question. “Do we need him?”
Max considers the question, then directs another at me. “What about Maria and Gabriella? Do you think they’ll be a problem if we show up without Ramon?”
“Not for long,” I answer shortly. “It’s odd that Maria hasn’t gotten in touch with Ramon. She must have figured a way to get out by now.”
“Which means, maybe she didn’t want to get in touch with him.” Culebra glances at Ramon. “Maybe she and Gabriella are ready to be free.”
Max shrugs. “Seems the majority opinion is that we leave Ramon. Now we have to decide if we leave him alive or dead.”
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