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wouldn’t let the other man hurt me.”
“That’s true.” Ramón said. “He had just shoved the other man away from her when you blew the horn.”
“Where the hell are we?” I asked Toby.
“Just south of Lubbock, off of route 87,” He said.
A moan came from behind us; it was Mike. I told Toby to get to his feet and to load Mike into the back of the van. He did as I said, and afterward, Ramón secured both of them with plastic restraints discovered in the glove box.
Then, I found a cell phone in a cup holder.
“Hello?” She sounded lost.
“It’s me Becca, but hold on, someone wants to talk to you.”
I passed the phone to Amy and a few moments later, heard her say, “Don’t cry mama, I’m fine, Aunt Blue saved me.”
When Amy passed the phone back, Becca still sounded tearful.
“Thank you, Blue, oh God, thank you,”
“You’re welcome, but I didn’t do it alone, I had help from a mysterious stranger.” I said, and then sent Ramón a wink with my one good eye.
Then the police came on the line and I explained what had happened and told them our approximate location. They said that they would send a cruiser and an ambulance to find us.
Ramón opened the satchel and looked inside.
“I don’t suppose you would let me slip away with this, huh Chica?”
I smiled. “Chico, you do whatever you want.”
He closed the bag up and sat it on the floor.
“Hey Blue?”
“Yes?”
“You are one tough mama, you know that?”
I hugged Amy tighter and kissed the top of her head.
“I do what I have to do.”
“We all do Chica, we all do,” Ramón said, and then he leaned back against the seat and went to sleep.
BLUE STEELE – CAPTURE #4
I was wearing a red dress and looking quite hot, if I do say so myself,
It was the kind of dress my mother would call haughty naughty and my father would have never let me leave the house in.
The dress made me feel like a tart and the high heels were killing my feet, but if I wanted to blend in with my surroundings, I couldn’t wear my usual jeans and boots.
I was at the premiere for an art exhibit in the richest part of Fort Worth, and I was playing bodyguard to a real estate investor named Ernesto Roberts. Ernesto had recently had a dispute with a land developer named Chaney who turned out to be mob connected and the man was not happy how things had turned out. Words were exchanged, threats made, and three days ago, Ernesto’s car had been destroyed by a homemade bomb that detonated when Ernesto started his car remotely. Had Ernesto started the car while inside it, he would have been killed instantly.
Ernesto went to the police and they told him that there was nothing they could do, because there was no way to prove that the car had been bombed by Chaney. They also pointed out that had Chaney actually been the one who wanted him dead, then maybe he should count himself lucky that Chaney had failed. The thinking being that the failed attempt would make Chaney less likely to go after him a second time, now that the cops were looking at him.
Ernesto doubted that scenario, because the land deal that he had bested Chaney on was worth over three million, and the destruction of an eighty thousand dollar car hardly seemed even.
Despite the fact that Chaney vehemently denied having anything to do with trying to kill him, Ernesto expected trouble, and that’s why I was by his side.
Ernesto Roberts was wearing a two thousand dollar tux. He was fifty-four, divorced, with hair dyed dark and a face taut from strategic nips and tucks. I was twenty-eight, wearing a sexy dress and heels while walking at his side. We looked like nearly every other couple in the place, older man, younger woman.
While playing bodyguard was not my favorite work, I did take it on occasionally if the money was right. The money was very right this time and, as the evening wore on and nothing happened, I began to think of it as easy money.
I should have known better.
When the trouble came,
“That’s true.” Ramón said. “He had just shoved the other man away from her when you blew the horn.”
“Where the hell are we?” I asked Toby.
“Just south of Lubbock, off of route 87,” He said.
A moan came from behind us; it was Mike. I told Toby to get to his feet and to load Mike into the back of the van. He did as I said, and afterward, Ramón secured both of them with plastic restraints discovered in the glove box.
Then, I found a cell phone in a cup holder.
“Hello?” She sounded lost.
“It’s me Becca, but hold on, someone wants to talk to you.”
I passed the phone to Amy and a few moments later, heard her say, “Don’t cry mama, I’m fine, Aunt Blue saved me.”
When Amy passed the phone back, Becca still sounded tearful.
“Thank you, Blue, oh God, thank you,”
“You’re welcome, but I didn’t do it alone, I had help from a mysterious stranger.” I said, and then sent Ramón a wink with my one good eye.
Then the police came on the line and I explained what had happened and told them our approximate location. They said that they would send a cruiser and an ambulance to find us.
Ramón opened the satchel and looked inside.
“I don’t suppose you would let me slip away with this, huh Chica?”
I smiled. “Chico, you do whatever you want.”
He closed the bag up and sat it on the floor.
“Hey Blue?”
“Yes?”
“You are one tough mama, you know that?”
I hugged Amy tighter and kissed the top of her head.
“I do what I have to do.”
“We all do Chica, we all do,” Ramón said, and then he leaned back against the seat and went to sleep.
BLUE STEELE – CAPTURE #4
I was wearing a red dress and looking quite hot, if I do say so myself,
It was the kind of dress my mother would call haughty naughty and my father would have never let me leave the house in.
The dress made me feel like a tart and the high heels were killing my feet, but if I wanted to blend in with my surroundings, I couldn’t wear my usual jeans and boots.
I was at the premiere for an art exhibit in the richest part of Fort Worth, and I was playing bodyguard to a real estate investor named Ernesto Roberts. Ernesto had recently had a dispute with a land developer named Chaney who turned out to be mob connected and the man was not happy how things had turned out. Words were exchanged, threats made, and three days ago, Ernesto’s car had been destroyed by a homemade bomb that detonated when Ernesto started his car remotely. Had Ernesto started the car while inside it, he would have been killed instantly.
Ernesto went to the police and they told him that there was nothing they could do, because there was no way to prove that the car had been bombed by Chaney. They also pointed out that had Chaney actually been the one who wanted him dead, then maybe he should count himself lucky that Chaney had failed. The thinking being that the failed attempt would make Chaney less likely to go after him a second time, now that the cops were looking at him.
Ernesto doubted that scenario, because the land deal that he had bested Chaney on was worth over three million, and the destruction of an eighty thousand dollar car hardly seemed even.
Despite the fact that Chaney vehemently denied having anything to do with trying to kill him, Ernesto expected trouble, and that’s why I was by his side.
Ernesto Roberts was wearing a two thousand dollar tux. He was fifty-four, divorced, with hair dyed dark and a face taut from strategic nips and tucks. I was twenty-eight, wearing a sexy dress and heels while walking at his side. We looked like nearly every other couple in the place, older man, younger woman.
While playing bodyguard was not my favorite work, I did take it on occasionally if the money was right. The money was very right this time and, as the evening wore on and nothing happened, I began to think of it as easy money.
I should have known better.
When the trouble came,
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