Chapter 33The Charger was guzzling fuel and sliding across the road, suppressing its previously received injuries and bursting through the arid Mexican landscape onto Los Trios.
“What do you think might’ve happened to that fellow you know and the other guys?” Billie asked.
“With some luck… sold into slavery.” Mike said grimly. He remembered Avery and kept thinking about how the old-timer must not have had a decent night’s sleep in days. San Antonio was now already hundreds of miles away, a part of a different world. Angelo looked around and concluded without hesitating how the spoiled Jim wouldn’t last more than twelve minutes if someone left him in this backwater. Cursing Avery’s nephew and his idiotic desire to go to Mexico, the mustached detective spat through the window and earned hi
