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targeting a third. Not to mention a prominent businessman - Jimmy Gomez – killed him too.’
    ‘Wow! Policemen …’ I guess I shouldn’t be this surprised.
    ‘Our biggest problem,’ Depp continues, ‘witnesses to testify against Diablo. See, one visit from Diablo’s men and they vanish like magic. That’s why we need you to help with his arrest and trial.’
    ‘His arrest? Okay ...’ The thought of Diago being arrested and everyone being free of him appeals to me. ‘Okay …’ I’m a little disappointed that they’re not here solely to save my ass. ‘But do you know what would happen if like, Diablo finds out that I’m talking to you – the FBI?’ I run my index finger across my neck. ‘Seriously, he will.’
    ‘If you do as we say, he won’t find out. We can assure you of that.’
    ‘Really?’ His confidence is reassuring. ‘So, like, what’s the FBI doing in Mexico?’
    ‘When there’s drugs and cop killings, the US sends us to help and Mexico – let’s just say that the Mexican government is really grateful.’
    ‘Ah. So, like, how did you guys get here without being spotted? There’s so many of you and …’
    ‘Three decoys – exotic dancers. Saw them?’
    ‘The dancers? Oh, the ones …?’
    He nods. ‘We usually find a way to get what we want.’
    ‘Wow.’ I sure am impressed with their MO.
    ‘We can meet here,’ Depp says, as he hands me a business card. ‘It’s a spa, sort of massage parlor. We can talk there without raising suspicion. You know, you’ll be having a ‘massage’ meanwhile …’
    ‘Okay.’
    ‘Meet us there tomorrow, say ten? Our agents – they’ll have everything covered so don’t worry about anything. Just be there.’
    It’s a lot to digest, but I’m happy to hear that Diablo will soon be facing jail time, because that’s what he deserves. Then everyone, including myself, will be free. The mere thought of that lightens the load on my scarred shoulders. Although nervous and anxious, I agree to meet them tomorrow before walking away. When I turn back to look at them, they have disappeared into the bushes. By the time I reach the ranch, the dancers have left.
    I’m jittery all afternoon and avoid eye contact with Diablo, something he doesn’t miss because he peers suspiciously at me. Although I desperately want to help with his imprisonment, I’m having second thoughts about ... everything. What if someone saw me talking to the FBI and has told Diablo about it? What if Diablo set me up? What if Christa set me up?
    Fuck! I wipe away beads of sweat from my forehead and make a decision not to show up tomorrow.
    When I awake the following morning, I’m still conflicted. What if I don’t show up and I’m arrested by the FBI for ... whatever? I don’t know much about this. I’m twenty one, remember?
    If only I had someone I could talk to. Enfermera! She’s someone I can trust and she’d know the answer. I think about her all the time and wish I knew how to get to her. I tried once or twice to retrace my steps to her but I got lost and gave up.
    My desire for freedom and the villager’s freedom is such that I finally decide to keep my appointment with the FBI.
    Before Diablo leaves the ranch, I run up to him. ‘I wanna go to the city to have a massage,’ I say.
    After shooting me strange, confused looks, he arranges for Marcus to drive me into town. I hear him warn Marcus not to let me out of his sight.
    Just before he leaves, he hands me a wad of bills.
    ‘Wow!’ I exclaim and stick the bills in my bra.
    He chuckles and walks away.
    ‘Let’s go Marcus,’ I say. ‘I got me a heap of money and the town needs painting.’
    ‘Painting?’ Marcus wriggles his eyebrows and strokes his bald head.
    I like Marcus. He’s polite and always smiling and not at all as scary as he looks – tattooed, earrings on both ears; scar running down his left cheek – looks like the ruthless, Mexican drug lord in any movie.
    We drive to Maggie’s run-down