Capítulo 43: Chapter 43

Hank and I jump three feet in the air. I put my hands out in my best karate chop pose, ready to protect myself from the kidnappers, but it's not them. Instead, it's a small, elderly man holding a set of keys in his hand. He points to the truck and asks us a question. Obviously, it's his truck.

"See?" I say to Hank. "Karma is a bitch."

Hank ignores me. He points to the truck and the two of us. "North?" he asks the old man. "Can you take us north?"

The man nods, pointing to the sky. "Americanos?"

"Americanos," I say, gesturing toward Hank and me. The man eyes Hank suspiciously. Who wouldn't be suspicious of him? He looks like he's escaped from the trauma ward. Couple his injuries with his gang-style tattoos, and Hank looks like he's a big pack of trouble.