Garret, Jay, and Adrianna look at the contents of the package now lying upon the kitchen table. The anticipation of what the contents were fell flat when they opened it-- a keychain from a self- storage place with three keys jangling on the end, an address with no city or zip, and a SIM chip.
“What is all this?” Adrianna asks.
The question hangs in the air. Garret is so completely exhausted his joints hurt. His mind tries to make connections with these items but he knows so little about Veronica that he feels like a dog biting the stream of a water hose; grasping nothing. Jay picks up the keys.
“Where is this storage place? Is it around this area?” asks Jay as he passes them to Adrianna.
“Oh no. I have never heard of it before.”
“Well the little key there is a distinguishable Master Lock key. So if we find that storage unit we can open it,” determines Jay.
Adrianna picks out the largest key. “This looks like a car key. Maybe a duplicate since it doesn’t have the make on it?”
Jay sighs and fights the urge to completely wipe the table clean of the items. He is frustrated. For his entire young life he has been able to be in control of everything. He has never felt so completely helpless and this spiraling feeling is making him see red.
He had never let in a girl as far as he has with Veronica. All his other girlfriends had no clue what he was involved in and he liked it that way. They were safe and he was making money. Now here he is. The woman that he has fallen for the hardest has somehow worked her way into his world and he feels completely vulnerable. Garret starts to sob. A deep, convulsing cry that scares him and everyone else in the room.
“Boss? Are you ok?”
Garret rushes to the bathroom and rinses his face in cold bursts of water. He can’t loose her. –splash- She complements him. –splash- He’ll never find anyone like her again. –splash-
Garret looks at his reflection and stares deeply into his swollen red eyes. He needs to focus. He wants to be able to look in the mirror and not be ashamed of the man glaring back at him. Veronica has changed his life.
A gentle knock on the door breaks Garret of his trance. “Mijo? The taxi is here. Are you ready to go?” The door slowly opens and Adrianna invites herself in. She turns him around and gives him a gentle wordless hug.
“Vasquez is a fool. If I were 20 years older…”
Their laughter brightens up the mood. “We have to go, mijo. The taxi is waiting.”
The night before Jay made travel arrangements for them to go to LA to get to Veronica. They gather their things and head out to the cab.
“So while you were having an emotional break down,” says Jay rolling his eyes. “I called information and found out that this storage place is in San Ysidro.”
“That is on the American side of the boarder.”
“Yup. Which makes me believe that this street address is in the same city.”
“Elementary my dear Watson.”
“Don’t be a dick. Sorry Adrianna.”
“Aye mijo. I had men shooting in my house last night and my daughter is in a coma. The word ‘dick’ is the last of my problems.”
The cab driver abruptly makes a left turn.
“This isn’t the way to the airport,” instructs Adrianna.
“There has been a change of plans,” grunts the man.
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