“Just do as I told you,” I said. Madeline sat across from me in an old Mexican café. We had just eaten breakfast when I laid out the plan.
“I still think we should just leave. I don’t like this. I sense chaos in that man. He’s up to something. Strangely, I was having a hard time reading him, but what I do sense is a certain bad vibe. Why do this at all?” Madeline asked.
“Because they’re dangerous, Madeline. It’s the only way to get them off my back. After this, I’m leaving Mexico,” I said.
Looking at my hands, I sat silently, thinking for a moment.
The guardian had failed to show himself, and I honestly didn’t know what I was doing now. I had to get out of here before it was too late. If doing this for Enrique meant getting out of Mexico safely, I’d do whatever I could. Dr. Nicholson w
