Chino carried Ericka through the downpour, feeling glad for the rain. If it wasn"t for that, someone might notice Ericka with a sock stuffed in her mouth with her hands and feet tied. She bucked in his arms, her eyes big and angry, but he kept moving towards the car. Opening the trunk with her in his arms was difficult, but he managed. Once the trunk was open, he set her inside. She fought her restraints, mumbling inaudible obscenities as loudly as she could.
“Sorry, Ericka,” he said as he closed the trunk.
He started the car and maneuvered through the streets, his wipers barely keeping up. He could hear her banging around, so he turned the stereo up. He was playing De La Soul. Chino was stressed and tired, and he nodded his head to the rhythm as he drove.
What would he do now? He didn"
