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“I found it on the floor. I can’t believe someone would just toss away such an amazing weapon. I once used one to fight off a man in a truck.”
I stopped him right before we went outside. “Wait, where are we going?”
“We have to get across the border.”
“My father will be watching,” I said, hating that I had to admit what I knew.
“And who is that?”
“Manuel Ruiz,” I said, hoping he didn’t know who that was.
But all he did was toss his head back and laugh. “Then I guess we’d better be careful,” he said, shoving the door open and fleeing into the night with only a corkscrew and an umbrella to keep us safe.
15
CASH
“Wait a minute.You’re Manuel Ruiz’s long-lost daughter?” I asked incredulously. I’d heard of the man. He was legendary, and his fight to find his daughter after she had been kidnapped had torn Mexico apart, dividing loyalties and causing the bloodiest war in the last century.
“Not only that,” FNG said around a mouthful of food, “her uncle is his right-hand man. Ever heard of the Bouillon Butcher?”
“The…” I paused and thought about that for a moment. “Like the stuff you put in soup?”
“Exactly,” he grinned. “Yep, her uncle is known for killing people with bouillon.”
“Then why do they call him the butcher?”
“Because after he smothers people to death with bouillon, he cuts them into tiny pieces,” Honey answered.
I shook my head, wondering if that was really true. It sounded like something out of Grimm’s fairy tales. “So, you really escaped with only an umbrella and a corkscrew?”
“I told you umbrellas were a great weapon,” FNG said. Mayo dripped from his mouth. He’d already devoured three BLTs, and the way he was eyeing the fourth, I was pretty positive he was nowhere near done. I slid my plate over to him, barely snatching my hand back before he pounced.
“So, you just escaped the cartels,” I said, getting back on the subject.
He snorted, looking over at his wife. “Justescaped? Cash, let’s be realistic. There is no escaping the cartels.”
“Then how are you alive?”
“Well, obviously, we got married.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, still not understanding. “And that did what for you?”
His head popped up and he sniffed. “Do I smell tarantula?”
“FNG, focus!” I snapped. “How did getting married do anything for your situation?”
He shoved his chair back, grabbing Honey’s hand. “Oh, hell no. There’s no way I’m being subjected to Fox’s tarantula food again. That shit’s disgusting!”
He turned and ran out of the room with me chasing after him. There were too many unanswered questions. If FNG was going to stay here, I needed the story of what actually happened.
“Hey!”
FNG slipped into the elevator, nearly escaping me, but I shoved my hand between the doors just as they were about to close. His eyes widened and I spun around, smacking the button to close the doors as I saw Fox running toward us with a tray of fried tarantulas. I was with FNG on this. There was no way I was eating that shit.
“Trust me,” he said to Honey. “You do not want to try that. He makes a lot of good food, but spiders are out.”
“I don’t know,” Honey shrugged. “I seem to remember eating one as a kid. I think they were a lot like frog legs. A little chewy, but good flavor.”
