Chapter XIXJuarez, Chihuahua
Mexico
March 25, 2012
“Con permiso, Señor Felix,” the maid said, bending down to speak to the man under the truck. “Tenga la informacion tu pedi,” she said, presenting him a thin manila folder as he rolled out on the creeper.
“Gracias, Eva,” Felix replied, smiling at her with more than professional gratitude. She turned pink, giggled as he set aside a ratchet and stained the folder with black, greasy fingerprints. She inclined her head coyly, twirled around and worked her curves across the airport hangar, leaving her suitor with a wistful expression on his grease-dotted face. He shook his head and opened the file, careful not to stain the documents. Read the highlighted sections. He smiled in triumph. “Erik!” he yelled.
“Eh?” Erik answered from under a hug
