Sam parked the windowless van in front of the packhouse entrance. It was the same van that earlier in the day she had ridden in as a hostage. She didn’t have time to contemplate the irony in that. Metztli and she had the element of surprise on their side, and they weren’t about to let that go.
After throwing Joey into the back of the van when they were still at the old wooden building. Sam had jumped into the drives seat and began mulling over what they should do once back at the packhouse. Metztli ran off to retrieve his clothes and had returned to the van, pulling his shirt over his head.
“Are you worried,” he asked as he closed the van door and Sam put the van in reverse.
“No,” she answered. “But we have to be smart about how we handle this.” He nodded in agreement.
“So, what are yo
