Page 118 of Balls to the Walls

I shook my head. “Police. This guy hit the lights as soon as we flew past him. I thought for sure that was the end. I was a white guy in Mexico. Let’s face it, it wasn’t gonna go well. So, I pulled over and waited for the guy to come to the driver’s side. But that didn’t happen. He turned on a spotlight and blinded the hell out of me.”

“I think I can tell the way this story is going.”

“You would think,” I grinned. “Just wait. It gets better.”

46

FNG

Mexico.

Approximately 35 hours before the return of FNG.

Honey spunin her seat as soon as the lights flashed behind us. I already knew I was in for a world of hurt. I didn’t have my passport on me, and landing in jail would not help my situation any. Everyone assumed I was dead. A call from a prison in Mexico wouldn’t be taken seriously.

“What are we going to do?” Honey asked as I pulled over.

“We’re going to stay calm and answer the officer’s questions politely.”

“They work for my father,” she cried. “They’ll take me to him and then I’ll be killed.”

“I won’t ever let that happen, alright? We just need to keep level heads.”

She nodded as tears streamed down her cheeks. I wanted to tell her everything would be okay, but things weren’t looking up. Hell, nothing had gone as planned from the moment I helped Rafe fake my death.

I rolled down my window and waited for the officer to approach. Keeping my hands on the steering wheel was the best way to show him I wasn’t about to shoot him in the darkness. When he didn’t immediately get out, I started to worry. Then he hit us with a spotlight, and I knew we were screwed. What I wouldn’t give for a .45 right about now.

A squeal echoed through the night right before his voice came over the bullhorn, yelling something in Spanish. I turned to Honey, hoping she could translate for me.

“He wants us to put our hands out the window.”

“Do as he says.”

She nodded and rolled down her window, shoving her hands out. I did the same, wondering if this cop was really on her father’s payroll or if this was because of the bar fight.

I heard his boots kicking up gravel as he approached the vehicle from behind. In the side mirror, I could see his gun, shaking slightly in his hand. He was not a skilled marksman, nor was he trained properly to deal with suspects. That could work in my favor.

“Let me see your hands!” the man shouted again. Well, I assumed that’s what he said. It sounded like what he had said previously. I shoved them further out the window, waiting for him to finally get to my side so I could talk my way out of this. Either that, or I’d have to take him out, and I really didn’t want to kill anyone else today.

When he finally appeared outside my window, he chanced a glance at Honey, shouting something at her in Spanish. She responded, shaking slightly as she pleaded with the man. I was so caught up in trying to figure out what she was saying that I didn’t see him whip out the cuffs and link my wrists together.

“Hey, I?—”

He stepped back, shouting as he pointed his gun at me.

“Okay, okay!” I yelled. “Calm the fuck down!”

“I don’t think that’s helping,” Honey cried.

“Well, what does he want me to do? I can’t understand a fucking word he’s saying.”

“He’s telling you to get out of the vehicle.”

I grabbed the handle from the outside and opened the door. Very slowly, I stepped out, keeping my hands where he could see them. He took another step toward me, then grabbed me by the arm and spun me around, shoving me up against the car. His hands started patting me down, getting just a tad too frisky in some areas.

“You know, I didn’t really sign up for a cavity search today,” I said over my shoulder.

He stood, slamming me against the car again as he yelled at me in Spanish. But when Honey stepped out and he pointed the gun at her, I lost it. With a roar, I spun around, slamming my fists into the man’s face. The gun clattered to the ground as he stumbled backward, falling on his ass. I snatched the gun off the ground, pointing it at him, but he wasn’t moving.

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