weapon, plus several probation violations they tacked on, and possession.”
“Wow,” Zack said, hoping in the back of his mind that Oscar had truly changed his ways and wasn't planning on robbing and killing them before dumping their bodies in a ditch on the side of the road.
“That's crazy man,” Dave added.
“I’m lucky,” Oscar said. “Got into a bar fight one night and shit got out of hand. I put five shots into a rival gang member but the guy lived somehow, which is a fucking miracle. If he hadn’t I would still be locked up. Prison changed my life.”
“How so?” Dave asked.
“Before that all I cared about was partying all the time, getting in trouble,” Oscar told them. “I had no plan for the future. I ran with the wrong people and made one bad choice after another. Shit gets crazy when you’re out on the streets every day. Always something going down. Always some new trouble. You’re surrounded by your boys and you don’t have time to think about the consequences of your actions. In prison I got plenty of time to do just that – to think. I decided I didn’t want to live like that anymore. I was losing too many friends. Life didn't have any meaning. I was just waiting to die. I decided that when I got out I would come back home and start my own business.”
“Good for you man,” Dave said in a congratulatory tone.
“It's been all right,” Oscar shrugged. “Always plenty of rich people looking for a fancy ride into town.”
“I hope they're not all like that guy that was arguing with you when we first saw you,” Zack said.
“Mostly they're like you but every now and then I get lucky and it's a bunch of cute girls all giggling and changing into bikinis,” Oscar bragged.
“Nice,” Dave said.
“I'm going to roll up the window so you can just kick back and relax,” Oscar said. “We'll be there in no time.”
Oscar closed the partition between them while Dave fiddled with the radio dial in the back. Zack held his breath, waiting to be inundated with some other kind of rap music, but was pleasantly surprised when good old American rock and roll came out of the speakers instead in the form of Mick Jagger wailing about giving the devil a break. Dave poured them both a shot of chilled tequila from the mini bar. He held one out for Zack, who reluctantly took it. Dave clinked the glasses a little harder than he intended to as a pothole caused the car to unexpectedly jump. They both laughed, pleasantly surprised that their drinks hadn't been lost in the commotion.
“Here's to a Spring Break none of us will ever forget!” Dave said, wasting no time slamming down his shot immediately after the toast. He stared at Zack who was still holding his glass. “Well? You gonna hold onto that thing all day or are you planning on drinking it?”
Zack nodded then slammed the shot as fast as he could, tilting his head back to get it all down at once. It burned in his throat but he fought off the involuntary tears welling up in his eyes. Dave laughed and poured them both another shot.
“Take it easy man,” Zack said. “We just got here.”
“Just trying to get my money's worth,” Dave protested, raising his shot over his head. “To Cabo!”
“To Cabo,” Zack answered back, clinking glasses once more and slamming back his shot. “And all the hot chicks in bikinis you can shake your dick at.”
“Amen to that brother,” Dave laughed. “A-fucking-men!”
Chapter Five
The heat was already starting to make her dizzy as she stumbled along, listening to the little voice in her head.
You'd still be in that awful cell , the voice reminded her again, had I not came up with a plan to escape. If I had just given up the way you keep trying to you'd be waiting to be dragged off like your friend was and murdered.
Her mind flashed back again to that awful place. Alexis had managed to work one of the boards in the back of her cell loose, the salty ocean air from the nearby pounding surf having
“Wow,” Zack said, hoping in the back of his mind that Oscar had truly changed his ways and wasn't planning on robbing and killing them before dumping their bodies in a ditch on the side of the road.
“That's crazy man,” Dave added.
“I’m lucky,” Oscar said. “Got into a bar fight one night and shit got out of hand. I put five shots into a rival gang member but the guy lived somehow, which is a fucking miracle. If he hadn’t I would still be locked up. Prison changed my life.”
“How so?” Dave asked.
“Before that all I cared about was partying all the time, getting in trouble,” Oscar told them. “I had no plan for the future. I ran with the wrong people and made one bad choice after another. Shit gets crazy when you’re out on the streets every day. Always something going down. Always some new trouble. You’re surrounded by your boys and you don’t have time to think about the consequences of your actions. In prison I got plenty of time to do just that – to think. I decided I didn’t want to live like that anymore. I was losing too many friends. Life didn't have any meaning. I was just waiting to die. I decided that when I got out I would come back home and start my own business.”
“Good for you man,” Dave said in a congratulatory tone.
“It's been all right,” Oscar shrugged. “Always plenty of rich people looking for a fancy ride into town.”
“I hope they're not all like that guy that was arguing with you when we first saw you,” Zack said.
“Mostly they're like you but every now and then I get lucky and it's a bunch of cute girls all giggling and changing into bikinis,” Oscar bragged.
“Nice,” Dave said.
“I'm going to roll up the window so you can just kick back and relax,” Oscar said. “We'll be there in no time.”
Oscar closed the partition between them while Dave fiddled with the radio dial in the back. Zack held his breath, waiting to be inundated with some other kind of rap music, but was pleasantly surprised when good old American rock and roll came out of the speakers instead in the form of Mick Jagger wailing about giving the devil a break. Dave poured them both a shot of chilled tequila from the mini bar. He held one out for Zack, who reluctantly took it. Dave clinked the glasses a little harder than he intended to as a pothole caused the car to unexpectedly jump. They both laughed, pleasantly surprised that their drinks hadn't been lost in the commotion.
“Here's to a Spring Break none of us will ever forget!” Dave said, wasting no time slamming down his shot immediately after the toast. He stared at Zack who was still holding his glass. “Well? You gonna hold onto that thing all day or are you planning on drinking it?”
Zack nodded then slammed the shot as fast as he could, tilting his head back to get it all down at once. It burned in his throat but he fought off the involuntary tears welling up in his eyes. Dave laughed and poured them both another shot.
“Take it easy man,” Zack said. “We just got here.”
“Just trying to get my money's worth,” Dave protested, raising his shot over his head. “To Cabo!”
“To Cabo,” Zack answered back, clinking glasses once more and slamming back his shot. “And all the hot chicks in bikinis you can shake your dick at.”
“Amen to that brother,” Dave laughed. “A-fucking-men!”
Chapter Five
The heat was already starting to make her dizzy as she stumbled along, listening to the little voice in her head.
You'd still be in that awful cell , the voice reminded her again, had I not came up with a plan to escape. If I had just given up the way you keep trying to you'd be waiting to be dragged off like your friend was and murdered.
Her mind flashed back again to that awful place. Alexis had managed to work one of the boards in the back of her cell loose, the salty ocean air from the nearby pounding surf having
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