inside, and several windows faced my direction. Boldly continuing forward, I hoped that whatever was going on was enough to keep the attention away from the back alley. Sneaking towards the sound of the voices I quietly approached the open window.
A large cooling unit was on, and muffled the sound of the voices into indistinguishable murmurs until I was literally right under the cracked window.
I heard a Mexican accent say in broken English, “Is not like we ain’t tell you before Jacob, we own dis town, and we gonna do what we wanna do.”
“Trece,” I heard Jacobs voice, steady and firm, “if you go forward with this, it’s going to start a war. Not only with us, but with Ralphee’s boys, too. Return us our boy and the women and we will cut you in on the deal with the Columbians.”
A roar of laughter exploded from the room. I hadn’t realized until then just how many men were in there. My heart was racing and I suddenly felt concerned for Jacob. If there were that many Muertos, they could easily have the upper hand. I prayed that he knew what he was doing. Just as the room grew quiet, a faint scream caught my attention. It sounded like it was coming from my left. Taking a deep breath and treading silently, I slid along the building, my ears straining to pick up any sounds that might tell me where they were holding Kate.
Reaching the edge of the building I was hesitant to move forward, from this angle no one in front would be able to see me, but moving around the side would open up the view all the way to the street in front. I slowly peeked my head around the corner, and on the ground just feet from my I saw a heavy wooden cellar door that was locked and chained. An agonized scream once again faintly played upon my ears, only minutely louder than the one I heard before, but I knew then where it was coming from.
Knowing that the only way in was with a key or some heavy duty tools, I knew the best thing that I could do was to get back to my car and wait to stop Jacob as he left. Turning to go back, my heart sank and my body froze as the butt of a gun slammed violently into the side of my head. My vision was instantly red and I fell backwards, losing consciousness.
Chapter 10
When I finally came to I was in complete darkness. I shook my head and blinked repeatedly. Never in my life had the world been so black. It occurred to me briefly that I had been blinded during the brutal attack in the yard and my body let out a terrified moan. Standing I began waving my arms around me, searching for anything that might give me a sense of where I was.
I took three small steps when suddenly my hand made contact with a firm cold object. Grasping at it and around it, it only took seconds for my mind to register that my hand was wrapped around thick metal bars. My heart pounded and I frantically followed the enclosure to the right until I could tell that there was no way out. I was in a cage. Terrified, alone, and completely surrounded by blackness I broke down, sobbing loudly. “SHHHHHHHH!” A woman’s voice came from my left, harsh and irritated by my outburst. “If you keep it up they are going to hear you.”
“Please, please, where are you? Am I blind? Where are we? Let me out of this cage!” I cried out between sobs.
“You aren’t blind, we are underground, and you, my dear, are not the only one that is locked away.” From all around me I began to register the sounds, others moving quietly about, breathing, crying softly. As my terror slowly lifted, not from lack of fear, but from exhaustion, the sounds grew louder and the smells began to register in my nose. Urine, feces, body odor, it smelled like a kennel. My stomach wrenched, threatening to add fresh vomit to the list of unnerving scents.
“Kate?” I called out loudly, expecting her to be