Capítulo 162: Book 4 : Chapter 11

I spent the next afternoon back in the warehouse. He didn't tie me up this time but he still sat watching me. After I uncovered his novice tequila plan, he made no further advances on me, especially since I was doing a fairly good job of appearing sober.

About an hour later, a man, practically a boy, came rushing through with a phone in his hand.

"Señor, es importante," he said holding out the phone to Andrea.

"Watch her," he ordered gesturing to me as he took the phone and left the warehouse.

The boy nodded and stood bolt upright and motionless. He looked tense and for whatever reason obviously desperate to please Andrea.

"Who was on the phone?" I asked.

"Yo no hablo inglés," he replied.

I would guess that that meant something along the lines of 'I don't speak English'.

"Quien... teléphone," I said trying to repeat my previous question in Spanish. As I've said before, my Spanish is ropey.

"Yo no puedo decir," he replied.