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hard.
    “ Get the fuck away from me!”
she yelled. “Please! Just let me go!”
    I pushed my shoulders back. “Did you find any
identification on her?” I asked Diego.
    “ Yes, señor ,” Diego answered. “Do you want
me to get it, senor ?”
    “ No, but leave us. I need to
ask our guest a few
questions.”
    “ Yes, señor ,” Diego said and backed away. I
knew he and Carl were in the hall, both curious of the girl and
protective of me.
    I knelt down and looked at the woman. She was
pretty, and hate burned in her eyes. It wasn’t something I was used
to seeing. Women’s eyes often smoldered when they looked at me, but
with lust. Not abhorrence.
    Bits of hay and feathers stuck in her hair.
Oh, right. Diego was driving a livestock truck across the border.
They had thrown her in the back. I wished they hadn’t done
that.
    I reached out to pull a feather from her
hair.
    “ Don’t touch me,” she spat,
but I didn’t stop. I gently grabbed the feather, pulling it out and
showing her what I had done. Her face softened for a
second.
    Then I jerked forward, taking her hands in
mine. She pulled back, almost knocking me off balance. I wasn’t
expecting her to be that strong.
    “ Just get it over with,” she
said, tears pooling in her eyes. “Just rape and kill me and get it
over with.”
    I let go of her hands and stood, backing up a
few steps. I looked at her and spoke in English, “I might be a very
bad man who does very bad things, but I’m no rapist.”
    She looked up at me and blinked. “You speak
English?”
    I laughed. “Of course I do.”
    She pulled her lips over her teeth. “Let me
go. Please. I won’t say anything to anyone.”
    I ran my hand over my hair and sighed. “I
can’t do that.”
    “ Please,” she
begged.
    “ No.”
    She shook her head and blinked. Tears rolled
down her cheeks. I didn’t like crying women. Something about them
made me uncomfortable.
    “ Who are you?” I asked
her.
    “ Ellie.”
    “ Do you have a last name,
Ellie?”
    “ Yes,” she said. “Morgan.
And I’m a cop, as you know,” she panted. “Your men shot my
brother.”
    “ You’re awfully
chatty.”
    She glared at me again. “You’re going to find
this out anyway. Might as well speed up the process.”
    I laughed. “Listen, Ellie, I didn’t ask my
men to take you. But you’re here now, and something has to be done
about it.”
    She closed her eyes and pressed her trembling
hands against her face. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it.
And do it quick.”
    I shook my head. “I have no reason to kill
you…yet.”
    “ Then what are you going to
do with me?” she asked.
    “ I’m not sure,” I said,
narrowing my eyes. I should kill her. It made sense. But killing
cops was never a good idea. Kidnapping cops wasn’t a good idea
either…
    “ Do you know where you
are?”
    Ellie shook her head.
“Mexico, right?” I nodded. “I don’t know where. I know I was in
that trailer for a fucking long time.” I nodded. Driving from
Indiana to Mexico was a long fucking time. “Look, blindfold me, drug me…I don’t
care. Just put me back over the border and I’ll leave you alone, I
promise. I won’t say anything. I haven’t been gone long enough for
anyone to notice I’m missing yet.”
    I had to hand it to her, she was smart. “I
don’t trust you,” I said and knelt down again. “I have no choice
but to keep you with me. For a while,” I added.
    “ Then can you at least get
me something to drink?” she asked pointedly.
    “ Diego!” I called. He stuck
his head in the doorway. I told him to bring me a bottle of water.
He hurried away and was back in a minute. I twisted off the cap and
gave it to Ellie. She took it, awkwardly holding in in her bound
hands, and drank the whole thing. I could hear her stomach
grumble.
    “ Thanks,” she said, her
voice breathy. She dropped the water bottle and looked up, as if
she was surprised at herself for thanking me. Her cheeks, smeared
with dirt