Ricardo made his way down the dark alley and came to a large steel door. He beat on the door three times with a closed fist. A small window in the door screeched open, the man immediately opened the door; when he saw that it was Ricardo.
He knew Ricardo well, and he was well aware of his impatience, and quick temper.
“Hola, ‘Hi Senor’ Como Estas, ‘How are you.’”
“How do you think I am you idiot?” Ricardo snapped back.
The man shrunk back in fear, “Si Senor” he replied. He would stay out of his way. It was safer.
Marta whimpered: as she heard Ricardo’s heavy footsteps approaching. She was cold, hungry, and the heavy chain that held her in place; had bruised and was beginning to cut into the flesh of her ankle.
She whimpered again; as she peered into the darkness, at her captor.
Ricardo poured her a glass of water from a dirty pitcher, that sat on a small rickety table.
Marta’s hand shook; as she reached to retrieve the water from the tall dark stranger. “I don’t know what you want,” she said to him.
“Yes you do! I want Juanita.”
“Your little missionary friend.”
“But I’ve already told you, that she is to arrive at the Dr’s home,” Marta replied.
“So you have, and so she has,” Ricardo replied in return.
“For this information we remain on good terms.”
“Then when can I go,” Marta asked?
“Soon chica, very soon.”
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