The rain finally stopped. There were only those ominous, dark and unfriendly clouds in the sky. We don't see much sun in this city. You get used to it after some time. I parked my car outside the house of Jeremy and Lisa Grandhill. It was a nice house. It had the delicacy of Lisa. I waited there for some hours when finally her husband, Jeremy, came out of the house. He got into his car and started driving. I followed him. He wasn't much of a reckless driver; it was sufficient to say that he was taking his time with the wheel. And me at the back I was also taking my time by taking small sips from my bottle of tequila that I always have in my car.
After half hour he stopped in front of a miserable block of flats. The place looked almost abandoned, and it was in a shitty neighborhood. Some kids were playing with plastic guns, police and thieves. I waited there while Jeremy got into a block's apartment. He came out after two hours and he wasn't alone. A guy and a woman were with him. The woman was all dressed in black and she was wearing a long hood in order to hide from something or someone. The three of them got into a van that was parked at the other side of the road. They were cautious and quick. Like they were expecting something bad to happen. The van left the place and I followed it. For some time, it made unnecessary circles until it went out on the freeway. The day was almost pleasant and utterly quiet. That's the time that something bad and utterly destructive usually takes place.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a huge four-wheel drive appeared and started shooting at the van. I followed them. The van was going like crazy, and the four-wheel drive was right behind it. Bullets were flying like bottles at a punk rock concert. At one point the van went straight left, to a part of the city that full of small alleys and dead ends. I got the picture that they were trying to get away. Old, abandoned car repairing places and brothels were flying around me as I was trying to get near the van. The four-wheel drive had difficulty adapting on that terrain. The alleys were so small that they could barely make a move and get in. I was still tight behind them in a safe distance. I drank some tequila and lit another cigarette. At some point the van made and escaped the four-wheel drive. But their tire was flat. They stopped at the next alley. As the van stopped a highly agitated Jeremy stepped out. I went near him
"Get in" I said.
Jeremy hesitated.
"Get in we don't have much time."
Jeremy looked at me and then made a signal with his head. The drive, along with Jeremy and the figure with the hood stepped into my car. I took the tequila, drank a powerful shot and then stepped on the gas and drove as fast as I could. The neighborhood was like a fucking maze. I couldn't find a way out. All of a sudden, the four-wheel drive appeared behind me. They had gotten the picture that I tried to help the people in the van. A machine gun appeared in my rearview mirror. I had to get away from there as hastily as possible.
I stepped on the gas till there was no more to give. I had to be extra careful in those small alleys. The place was horrid. Empty trash cans on the street, old and abandoned cars, filth, decay and misery were all around me. I tried to think hard about my next move. I had to get away from the maze. The bullets of the machine gun were like rain coming violently and rapidly at us. Suddenly I spotted a tiny alley that I knew the four-wheel drive couldn't get through. I jumped in there. The four-wheel drive made a U-turn and tried to find us at the exit. My car was barely fitting in that alley. A hobo cursed us heavily as we passed him at full speed. I went out to the other side. The four-wheel drive was not there. I tried to find the safest and quickest road to the freeway. I finally, after three or four alleys, found the exit. I went onto the freeway, and everything was quiet and peaceful again. I then looked at the back seat. The figure removed the hood. In the back seat of my car there was Katherine Ducks the journalist, sitting.
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