A strong smell of metal and motor oil hit my nostrils the moment I stepped into the garage. In the center, a tarp stained with oil covered a motorcycle, and around it tools littered the walls and workbenches.
Since sitting here, I’ve kept my eyes on the door that leads outside. Left wide open, it lets me see Michael Cárdenas’s men going back and forth between their vehicles and the house. All I’d have to do is run straight ahead to get out of here…
“Darling?”
I jump and turn to José, who has just come to sit beside me. He holds out another lollipop.
“You can’t refuse this one!”
Without waiting for an answer, he takes my hand and places the candy in my palm. Surprised, I close my fingers around it. José is already gone, though. He pulls off the tarp, rolling it up in his arms, then tak
