Excerpt from:
Inhuman Trafficking: A Legal Thriller
by Mike Papantonio and Alan Russell
Skyhorse Publishing
Hardcover
I
The unfamiliar red
Mustang pulled up alongside Lily Reyes, matching her pace as she walked on the
sidewalk. Lily didn’t like the feeling of being stalked. She began walking
faster, and looked around to see if any- one was outside. The Tallahassee heat
and humidity had the neighborhood looking like a ghost town; everyone was at
work or had retreated inside their air-conditioned homes. The Mustang continued
to creep along and pace her. Its windows were tinted, only offering her a
general outline of the male driver wearing a baseball cap.
Maybe I should run up
to a house and ring the doorbell, Lily thought. But what if no one was home,
and her stalker took that opportunity to come after her?
The
car came to a hard stop right next to her. As the passenger window inched
downward, Lily took a breath to scream.
“You getting in?”
“Oh,
god,” she said, blowing out pent-up air. “I thought you were like some
disgusting creep. Where’d you get the car?”
“Borrowed it from a
friend.”
Lily
opened the passenger door, tossed her backpack inside, and got comfortable in
her seat. The cooling AC blew over her. “Nice ride. Must be a good friend to
let you borrow it.”
“It’s a business
thing.”
Lily
decided not to press him for answers. Carlos never liked it when she asked too
many questions, and she didn’t want him getting uptight. He seemed distracted
about something. Why, he’d barely looked at her.
Lily
was kind of hoping he would have noticed how she’d dressed up for him.
“I
thought you were going to pick me up at Subway,” Lily said.
“Decided
to spare you the walk.”
Lily’s
mom, Sylvia, didn’t know about Carlos. No one knew about him, except for Lily’s
best friend, Madison, and even she wasn’t supposed to know anything. Carlos was
paranoid about being busted. When Lily had first started dating him, she’d lied
about her age, telling him she was eighteen. It was only after they’d been
going together for a month that Lily admitted she was only fifteen. Of course,
she hadn’t been the only one stretching the truth. When they’d first hooked up,
Carlos had said he was nineteen, not the twenty-one he really was.
“Did you bring some
change of clothes?” Carlos asked.
“In
the backpack, even though you never explained why I needed them.”
“Always
nice to have options.”
“Where
we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Lily
tried to play it cool, and hid her smile. Madison seemed to think that Carlos
was just using her, but she didn’t know him like Lily did.
“Stopped and got you a
wild cherry Slurpee,” he said. “Better drink it before it melts.”
He had remembered her
favorite drink. She would certainly mention that to Madison. Lily reached for
the Slurpee, and took a long sip.
“Want some?” she asked.
“Not without adding
some rum.” “I’m okay with that.”
“Maybe later.”
Carlos
liked to party, and liked it even more when Lily joined in with him. She had to
be careful, though. Her mom was always in her business.
As
if reading her mind, Carlos said, “How long did your mom let you off the
leash?”
“I told her I’d
probably be eating dinner at Madison’s.”
“That
gives us a little time.”
“Sure
does,” she said.
Lily
reached out her hand, and ran it along his leg. Carlos needed to see she was
grown-up, and not some kid, but instead of positioning her hand on him like he
usually did, Carlos acted preoccupied. Maybe he was just in one of his moods.
She
withdrew her hand and began drinking her Slurpee. “Sure you don’t want some?”
He
shook his head, and she continued to sip. Halfway through the cup, Lily’s skin
began tingling.
“I feel weird,” she
said.
“We
can get some fresh air at Cascades Park.” “Is that where we’re going?”
Carlos
nodded. He still wasn’t looking at her, and seemed unusually attentive to his
driving, continually checking the rearview and side mirrors.
“It feels like we’re
floating,” she said.
Lily flapped the hand
not holding her drink. “I’m flying. Whoa.”
Something
wasn’t right. Why was she feeling out of it? Her gaze fell to the Slurpee. One
look, and the pieces came together. Lily’s accusation was shrill: “You put
something in my drink!”
“Relax.
I just made you a Molly and benzo cocktail to help loosen you up.”
Lily
tried to process her panic, along with Carlos’s explanation. She wanted to feel
reassured, but didn’t. One by one, words emerged from her mouth. Each syllable
felt as if it were weighted down on her tongue. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted you to be
calm while I explained a few things.”
“Oh, shit.” This was
bad. “You’re breaking up with me.”
“No, baby, never.”
Lily struggled to find
the words, and speak them. “We’re. Still. Together?”
“Forever, baby. It’s just that things didn’t
work out with my big plan. Remember we talked about that?”
“Big score.”
“That’s right. And it
would have been, but my luck went bad, really bad.”
Lily managed to say, “That’s okay.”
“No, it’s not okay.
Everything went to shit. It put me in the hole for almost five thousand bucks.”
“I can help you . . .”
Lily had earned almost
two hundred dollars babysitting. She’d give it to him. But Carlos interrupted
before she could finish.
“Thank you, baby. I
knew I could count on you. They were going to mess me up bad, maybe even kill
me. You were my only hope.”
Lily tried to follow
what he was saying, but her brain couldn’t find its balance. Everything was
hazy.
“After you work off my
marker, baby, we’ll get back together. I promise.”
“Don’t understand.”
“A guy I know fronted
the money I owed, but he needed collateral.” “What?”
“I had to put up
something of value. And nothing’s more valuable to me than you. I love you.”
Lily had been waiting
for a long time to hear those words. But now they sounded wrong. Felt wrong.
Love?
Carlos said, “You’re a
lifesaver. It will just be for a few months. And when you come back to me,
things will be better than ever between us.”
Too dizzy to support
her chin, Lily’s face dropped down to her chest. Talking was beyond her. She
didn’t know how long they drove, and was barely aware when they came to a stop.
She heard two men talking, but it was like listening in to a dream.
“Is she good to go?”
Lily had never heard
that voice before. She would have remembered it if she had. There was something
scary about it, a rasp with a serrated edge.
“She agreed to work off what I owe.”
“You explain what
would happen to you if she didn’t?”
“I told her.”
“Okay, then. I’ll find
you if there’s a problem. Count on it. Give me the keys.”
Lily
heard retreating footsteps. Carlos didn’t say goodbye. There was a part of her
that was still listening for his voice, that wanted him to declare his love for
her once more.
She
couldn’t lift her head to acknowledge the new occupant of the driver’s seat,
but heard the ugly voice.
“Hey, pretty lady,” he
said. “I’m your TÃo Leo.”
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