Rider on Fire. Sharon Sala

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      The puta Miguel had just paid for a blow job was in the bathroom brushing her teeth when someone knocked on his door. He reached for his gun, grabbed the woman who was just coming out of the bathroom, and put his finger to his mouth to indicate she be quiet. His grip on her arm was so painful that she stifled a screech and covered her mouth with both hands. Tears ran down her face, but she didn’t move.

      Once he was satisfied that she understood what he meant, he whispered in her ear. “Ask who is there.”

      She nodded, then called out as he told her.

      There was a long stretch of silence, then a man spoke, “I have news for Miguel.”

      Miguel recognized the voice of Jorge, the dealer who’d helped him escape. He pulled the woman away from the door, opened it enough to make sure Jorge was alone, and then shoved her out.

      “Get lost,” he said.

      She scurried away, glad to be leaving in one piece.

      “Come in,” Miguel said.

      Jorge nodded quickly, looked over his shoulder, then stepped inside. He didn’t waste time or words. “You wanted the name of the agent who killed your brother.”

      Miguel’s heart skipped a beat. “Yes.”

      “Her name is Sonora Jordan. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona.”

      Miguel stifled the urge to clap his hands. This was the best news he’d had in days. “You are sure.”

      “Sí, Patron.”

      Miguel put a hand on Jorge’s shoulder to explain why he couldn’t pay him yet. “They are watching my home and my bank.”

      Jorge nodded again. No further explanation was needed. “I know,” he said, reaching into his pocket for a roll of hundred dollar bills which he handed to Miguel. “For you, Patron, and if you’re ready, I can get you across the border tonight.”

      Miguel was not only surprised, he was shocked. He had greatly underestimated this man’s loyalty. “When this is over, you will be greatly rewarded.”

      Jorge shrugged. “I expect nothing, Patron. It is my honor to help. At eleven o’clock, there will be one knock on your door. The man who comes will take you to a hacienda outside of Juarez where a private plane will be waiting. The pilot has already gotten clearance for his trip, but it does not include landing in Juarez, so the timing will be crucial. You must not be late because he will not wait. Once across the border, he will touch down briefly at a small airstrip outside of Houston. More money and a car will be waiting for you there. The man who brought it has been instructed to stay until he sees that you’re safely on the ground.”

      Miguel threw his arms around Jorge. “Gracias, Jorge…gracias. I will never forget this.”

      Jorge nodded and smiled. “Vaya con Dios, Patron.” And then he was gone.

      Miguel glanced at his watch. It was just after nine. Within two hours, he would be gone from this place and on his way to fulfilling the promise he’d made at his mother’s grave.

      As soon as Jorge reached the street, he took out his cell phone and made a call. “Tony, this is Jorge Diaz. I need you to do something for me.”

      Tony Freely was one of Jorge’s mules. He traveled back and forth regularly from his ranch outside of Houston to Juarez, doing his part to make sure that the drug market continued to thrive, and being nicely reimbursed for his troubles.

      “Yeah, sure, Jorge. Just name it.”

      “You remember the old runway where I had you pick up a load about three months back?”

      “Yeah, but I thought you didn’t want to use it anymore.”

      “I don’t. It’s something else,” Jorge said. “What I want you to do is go to that runway at an hour before midnight tonight and wait for a small plane to land there. A man will get off. You let him see you. Let him see your face, but don’t talk to him. Just get in your car and drive away.”

      Tony frowned. This didn’t sound right, but he knew better than to question Jorge.

      “Sure. No problem.”

      “Thank you,” Jorge said. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

      Tony’s frown disappeared. Money talked loud and clear to him. “Consider it done,” he said, and hung up the phone.

      Jorge did the same, smiling as he disconnected. Before he was through, the Garcia brothers’ reign of power would be over and he would be the one in charge.