Chica in Mexico
“You’re under arrest.” She rummaged in her purse for something. “For multiple homicides —”
“Under whose authority? You’re in Mexico, chica, US law enforcement doesn’t have jurisdiction.” Seth glowered at her, reminding her disturbingly of a Rottweiler that her neighbor had when she was growing up.
She pursed her lips and paused. Who is this man? She wasn’t afraid of him, but she knew she couldn’t stop him, even if she used force. Seth turned and limped to his car as she stared at him. Sirens sounded in the distance, Ambulances on their way.
Deborah shook herself. Now what? She had lost her main lead, was standing in a alley with four corpses and a monster of a man. And yet…She darted for the other door of the car and knocked on the window. Seth turned and looked at her, confused. “Let me in!” she motioned.
Seth stared at her for a moment, his face expressionless, clearly weighing his options. He slowly leaned over and unlocked the passenger door. Deborah quickly opened the door and got in.