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his head back and closed his eyes while Zack began to examine the swirling colors in the tank in earnest, wondering just how expensive the entire collection was. After a few moments the cop they'd seen out front came in, walking briskly to the front desk, the heels of his cowboy boots clicking steadily against the tile mosaic of the lobby floor. He stood in front of the checkin desk and cleared his throat to get Miguel's attention.
“ Lo siento ,” the concierge began. “I didn't see you there Officer Reyes. I hope that you got everything you needed? That our little problem has been taken care of?”
“Would I be standing here if I had everything I needed?” the officer snapped.
Miguel nervously glanced around to make sure he wasn't being watched. The cop didn't budge an inch. Finally Miguel reached beneath the desk and brought up a large envelope, sliding it across to the officer. He took it, quickly flipping through the contents before folding the envelope over and stuffing it in his pocket.
“I trust we won't have this happen here again,” Miguel said condescendingly. “It's not good for our reputation.”
“Who can say? Seems like it comes with the job these days. Cost of doing business,” Officer Reyes deadpanned.
“I pay a lot of money to avoid having this exact kind of problem and still...” Miguel's words trailed off as a couple of college kids in bathing suits walked by headed for the pool. “It can't happen again. That's all I'm saying. I'm under a lot of pressure.”
“You don't know what real pressure is,” Reyes snorted. “Try answering to the Commandante for everything that goes wrong in a town full of entitled American kids stoned out of their mind on drugs and alcohol while he's off sucking up to the Governor. Then you'll know what pressure is my friend.”
“Guests can't just go missing,” Miguel hissed. “If word got out about this it would kill our business!”
“ Exactamente ,” the cop sang. “So let's be clear, you pay me to clean up your messes, and for my discretion. Remember that. I'm not an errand boy that's going to jump every time you snap your fingers. I'm here as a favor to your boss, entiendes ?”
“I've got a lot of work to finish if you don't mind,” Miguel said dismissively, returning to his computer. “Go ahead and show yourself out.”
The cop stood there in shocked silence for a moment before replying. “You ever talk like that to me again pendajo and I'll cut your tongue out and feed it to the pinche birds,” he growled. “ Comprende ?”
Miguel visibly gulped, raising his head to make eye contact once more before nodding. The cop turned and stormed out passing Zack and Dave as he went. The phone rang and Miguel nervously answered it, saying something quickly into the receiver before abruptly hanging up. He took a moment to recompose himself before calling out to them.
“Your room is now ready,” Miguel said. Zack couldn't help but notice that the fake smile that seemed to stretch from one ear to the other on their arrival now looked like a half-deflated party balloon the morning after. Dave, on the other hand, was still totally oblivious.
“Grassy ass seen yor,” Dave obnoxiously brayed, snatching the room keys from him and heading down the hall towards their room.
Chapter Seven
Wakey wakey , the voice deep inside of her taunted. Time to pay the piper, Red.
Alexis awoke to a series of sharp pains screaming through her body. She was naked now, kneeling on jagged concrete in front of a small altar, her knees bleeding, her arms twisted painfully behind her back and bound together with what felt like barbed wire. The more she struggled the deeper it cut into her soft skin. Her legs were bound in it as well, preventing her from trying to stand. She'd been exposed for some time from what she could tell. Her skin itched in places where the insects had bitten her, causing her to squirm. Her head pounded where she'd been bludgeoned, a searing
“ Lo siento ,” the concierge began. “I didn't see you there Officer Reyes. I hope that you got everything you needed? That our little problem has been taken care of?”
“Would I be standing here if I had everything I needed?” the officer snapped.
Miguel nervously glanced around to make sure he wasn't being watched. The cop didn't budge an inch. Finally Miguel reached beneath the desk and brought up a large envelope, sliding it across to the officer. He took it, quickly flipping through the contents before folding the envelope over and stuffing it in his pocket.
“I trust we won't have this happen here again,” Miguel said condescendingly. “It's not good for our reputation.”
“Who can say? Seems like it comes with the job these days. Cost of doing business,” Officer Reyes deadpanned.
“I pay a lot of money to avoid having this exact kind of problem and still...” Miguel's words trailed off as a couple of college kids in bathing suits walked by headed for the pool. “It can't happen again. That's all I'm saying. I'm under a lot of pressure.”
“You don't know what real pressure is,” Reyes snorted. “Try answering to the Commandante for everything that goes wrong in a town full of entitled American kids stoned out of their mind on drugs and alcohol while he's off sucking up to the Governor. Then you'll know what pressure is my friend.”
“Guests can't just go missing,” Miguel hissed. “If word got out about this it would kill our business!”
“ Exactamente ,” the cop sang. “So let's be clear, you pay me to clean up your messes, and for my discretion. Remember that. I'm not an errand boy that's going to jump every time you snap your fingers. I'm here as a favor to your boss, entiendes ?”
“I've got a lot of work to finish if you don't mind,” Miguel said dismissively, returning to his computer. “Go ahead and show yourself out.”
The cop stood there in shocked silence for a moment before replying. “You ever talk like that to me again pendajo and I'll cut your tongue out and feed it to the pinche birds,” he growled. “ Comprende ?”
Miguel visibly gulped, raising his head to make eye contact once more before nodding. The cop turned and stormed out passing Zack and Dave as he went. The phone rang and Miguel nervously answered it, saying something quickly into the receiver before abruptly hanging up. He took a moment to recompose himself before calling out to them.
“Your room is now ready,” Miguel said. Zack couldn't help but notice that the fake smile that seemed to stretch from one ear to the other on their arrival now looked like a half-deflated party balloon the morning after. Dave, on the other hand, was still totally oblivious.
“Grassy ass seen yor,” Dave obnoxiously brayed, snatching the room keys from him and heading down the hall towards their room.
Chapter Seven
Wakey wakey , the voice deep inside of her taunted. Time to pay the piper, Red.
Alexis awoke to a series of sharp pains screaming through her body. She was naked now, kneeling on jagged concrete in front of a small altar, her knees bleeding, her arms twisted painfully behind her back and bound together with what felt like barbed wire. The more she struggled the deeper it cut into her soft skin. Her legs were bound in it as well, preventing her from trying to stand. She'd been exposed for some time from what she could tell. Her skin itched in places where the insects had bitten her, causing her to squirm. Her head pounded where she'd been bludgeoned, a searing
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