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and soon the television flickered on. He didn’t want to tell her of his concerns about her and her children’s safety until he had more Intel. An urgent male voice boomed from the screen and caught both of their attention.
“Breaking News!” The tanned face of late-night news anchorman, Roger Barro looked up from the bulletin he had lying in front of him. As his face filled the screen, he nodded briefly before saying, “This just in,” and then looked back down at his desk shuffling papers around.
Curious as to what is so important to interrupt the popular reality program, Ryder walked over to Amanda and they both sat down on the sofa, eyes transfixed to the television monitor.
Amanda picked up her beer tapping it to Ryder’s still on the coffee table. “Cheers.”
“Cheers,” he replied reaching over to pick up the red and white beer can. His knuckles grazed the back of her hand and her breath hitched softly.
The station’s theme music blared loudly; flashing their call sign letters KBAT every which way until Barro’s face appeared again on the screen. After smiling briefly, the anchorman turned dramatically serious, angling his chin down as his eyes looked imploringly into the camera.
“More killings are reported near the border today. By Columbus, New Mexico, a town ironically named after Christopher Columbus the explorer. ICE Agents found the remains of four unidentified bodies near where two Border Agents were killed today in a stand-off with one of the drug cartels outside Hachita.”
“That’s not too far away from here,” Amanda murmured.
The camera lens zoomed in on bodies spread out with black tarps covering the forms of the men. It was obvious that the bodies had been mutilated. The camera swerved away and revealed the country’s border. Endless rails of fencing glided over the desert landscape dividing the two countries. A handful of cattle chewing their cud meandered leisurely on sparsely grassed New Mexico side. The thinly populated United States border area was just pure wilderness with the exception of a few horses and other livestock roaming the hills. Conversely, luxurious homes and a thriving town were thrust up against the wooden fence separating the two countries on the Mexican side. The streets bustled with cars and people milled about.
“Divergent cultures; Divergent people.” Rodger Barro’s handsome face came back on the screen. “Will we ever agree to come together to end the violence?”
Divergent? Sure the people were different, but it was Mexican Cartels doing these killings, not ordinary citizens. Forget divergent, Ryder thought crossly. It was the slimy Cartels sneaking across the borders bringing in drugs then leaving with our young American runaways to throw into slave labor. Sneaky bastards. It was the Cartels destroying their own economy― not to mention the integrity and work ethic of the honest Mexican people. All of the blatant dishonesty and evil of trafficking people and drugs was for the almighty dollar.
Dinero.
The killings, cover-ups, prostituting human beings and selling drugs was all for wealth. But money was power around here; hell money represented a higher station in life everywhere. He took a swig of beer and laid his head back on the couch.
“Hey.” Amanda’s hand brushed over his arm. “You okay? This really upsets you, doesn’t it?” Her eyes roamed over his brooding face.
Once her fingers softly touched his forearm, all else flew out the window. Thoughts of the slimy Cartels eroded and Amanda’s image quickly built up. A hyper-awareness slammed into him. All he wanted to do was press himself against her and lower her back to the couch, but he contained himself and instead calmly turned to her after the news broadcast was over and said, “Gruesome stuff.”
The television show was back on, now. Five scruffy looking people argued on how to cross a river in some unknown country. But he couldn’t care less at the moment. He was
“Breaking News!” The tanned face of late-night news anchorman, Roger Barro looked up from the bulletin he had lying in front of him. As his face filled the screen, he nodded briefly before saying, “This just in,” and then looked back down at his desk shuffling papers around.
Curious as to what is so important to interrupt the popular reality program, Ryder walked over to Amanda and they both sat down on the sofa, eyes transfixed to the television monitor.
Amanda picked up her beer tapping it to Ryder’s still on the coffee table. “Cheers.”
“Cheers,” he replied reaching over to pick up the red and white beer can. His knuckles grazed the back of her hand and her breath hitched softly.
The station’s theme music blared loudly; flashing their call sign letters KBAT every which way until Barro’s face appeared again on the screen. After smiling briefly, the anchorman turned dramatically serious, angling his chin down as his eyes looked imploringly into the camera.
“More killings are reported near the border today. By Columbus, New Mexico, a town ironically named after Christopher Columbus the explorer. ICE Agents found the remains of four unidentified bodies near where two Border Agents were killed today in a stand-off with one of the drug cartels outside Hachita.”
“That’s not too far away from here,” Amanda murmured.
The camera lens zoomed in on bodies spread out with black tarps covering the forms of the men. It was obvious that the bodies had been mutilated. The camera swerved away and revealed the country’s border. Endless rails of fencing glided over the desert landscape dividing the two countries. A handful of cattle chewing their cud meandered leisurely on sparsely grassed New Mexico side. The thinly populated United States border area was just pure wilderness with the exception of a few horses and other livestock roaming the hills. Conversely, luxurious homes and a thriving town were thrust up against the wooden fence separating the two countries on the Mexican side. The streets bustled with cars and people milled about.
“Divergent cultures; Divergent people.” Rodger Barro’s handsome face came back on the screen. “Will we ever agree to come together to end the violence?”
Divergent? Sure the people were different, but it was Mexican Cartels doing these killings, not ordinary citizens. Forget divergent, Ryder thought crossly. It was the slimy Cartels sneaking across the borders bringing in drugs then leaving with our young American runaways to throw into slave labor. Sneaky bastards. It was the Cartels destroying their own economy― not to mention the integrity and work ethic of the honest Mexican people. All of the blatant dishonesty and evil of trafficking people and drugs was for the almighty dollar.
Dinero.
The killings, cover-ups, prostituting human beings and selling drugs was all for wealth. But money was power around here; hell money represented a higher station in life everywhere. He took a swig of beer and laid his head back on the couch.
“Hey.” Amanda’s hand brushed over his arm. “You okay? This really upsets you, doesn’t it?” Her eyes roamed over his brooding face.
Once her fingers softly touched his forearm, all else flew out the window. Thoughts of the slimy Cartels eroded and Amanda’s image quickly built up. A hyper-awareness slammed into him. All he wanted to do was press himself against her and lower her back to the couch, but he contained himself and instead calmly turned to her after the news broadcast was over and said, “Gruesome stuff.”
The television show was back on, now. Five scruffy looking people argued on how to cross a river in some unknown country. But he couldn’t care less at the moment. He was
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