raced through ideas on how to finesse he way out of this exchange. Trey moved forward aggressively. you, Sal. We don’t do sex trade!” “Fuck So much for finesse. Tom held Trey back with a hand on his friend’s chest as he put his other hand up to stop Salazar from taking action. He could see the smuggler gripping a pistol in his hand. The problem is we aren’t equipped to take the girls with us. We’re in a pickup “Wait. truck, for fuck sake. There’s no room for these girls.” right, with Tom and me in front, the back cab will only hold four, not six. “That’s We’re not going to risk putting them in the truck bed. That’s just begging for the cops to pull us over.” Salazar stared at them, assessing the situation. From now on we bring only “Okay. four.” The big man turned, raised his arm, and fired the pistol twice. Two of the girls dropped. The weight on the rope pulled the other four to the ground, piling them on top of the dead, and they were either too shocked to react or kept screaming until Salazar shouted for them to stop. He bent down and sliced through the rope with a knife. He began kicking the remaining girls, yelling at them to get up. They huddled together, shaking, blubbering. They all watched as a leg on one of the dead girls started to twitch, flopping against the sand. It hit Tom then that she wasn’t dead at all, and he watched in horror as Salazar sauntered over, grabbed the girl by the hair, and slit her throat to finish the job. The leg went still. It was all Tom could do not to throw up right there on the spot. He looked over at Trey, whose face had gone white. there are four. No more problem,” Salazar said. But this had been more than a “Now
raced through ideas on how to finesse he way out of this exchange. Trey moved forward aggressively. “Fuck you, Sal. We don’t do sex trade!” So much for finesse. Tom held Trey back with a hand on his friend’s chest as he put his other hand up to stop Salazar from taking action. He could see the smuggler gripping a pistol in his hand. “Wait. The problem is we aren’t equipped to take the girls with us. We’re in a pickup truck, for fuck sake. There’s no room for these girls.” “That’s right, with Tom and me in front, the back cab will only hold four, not six. We’re not going to risk putting them in the truck bed. That’s just begging for the cops to pull us over.” Salazar stared at them, assessing the situation. “Okay. From now on we bring only four.” The big man turned, raised his arm, and fired the pistol twice. Two of the girls dropped. The weight on the rope pulled the other four to the ground, piling them on top of the dead, and they were either too shocked to react or kept screaming until Salazar shouted for them to stop. He bent down and sliced through the rope with a knife. He began kicking the remaining girls, yelling at them to get up. They huddled together, shaking, blubbering. They all watched as a leg on one of the dead girls started to twitch, flopping against the sand. It hit Tom then that she wasn’t dead at all, and he watched in horror as Salazar sauntered over, grabbed the girl by the hair, and slit her throat to finish the job. The leg went still. It was all Tom could do not to throw up right there on the spot. He looked over at Trey, whose face had gone white. “Now there are four. No more problem,” Salazar said. But this had been more than a
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