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leave her here?” Trey asked, quickly turning onto the minimart’s parking lot.
    “Yeah,” Mancini grunted. “Somebody will find her and call an ambulance or take her to the hospital. We don’t have the time to fuck around here, Trey.”
    “Yeah, right,” Trey muttered, obviously not happy with the situation.
    “Pull up along the side of the building.”
    “Got it.”
    Trey brought the Thunderbird to a halt under the shade of a tree alongside the minimart.
    “I’ll go get some cleaning wipes or something,” Mancini said. He climbed out of the car and headed for the store.
    Trey turned off the ignition and sat for a while, mulling over the past events in his mind. He couldn’t get the image of those attacking guy’s eyes out of his head and wondered if they were perhaps possessed by demons or something supernatural.
    “Shit, what am I doing here?” he muttered to himself. “I could be hanging on Venice Beach, right now, checking out the chicks and the surf.”
    He glanced in the rear view mirror at the girl in the backseat. She sat bolt upright, her skin was pale and sallow and her lips were slightly parted but her eyes were closed.
    “You feeling any better, lady?” Trey called out.
    The girl didn’t answer or show any sign of response. Trey hauled himself out of the driver’s seat and made his way around the side of the car. He touched her forehead and the skin felt icy cold.
    “Ah, shit,” he hissed.
    Trey turned when he heard footfalls and saw Mancini approaching, carrying a bottle of cleaning spray and a pack of antiseptic wipes. Mancini noticed the worried expression on Trey’s face as he drew near the car.
    “You better take a look at her, man,” Trey stammered. “I think she’s dead.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    “What do you mean, dead ?” Mancini snapped.
    “Like, as in not living. Her head feels real cold and her lips are blue and her skin is all pale and shit.”
    “Okay, okay, I get the picture,” Mancini groaned, studying the girl. He placed the spray bottle and wipes in the trunk and leaned into the interior. He checked her pulse on her neck and on her wrist then felt her chest for a heartbeat. The girl remained ramrod still and Mancini couldn’t find either a pulse or a heartbeat. She wasn’t breathing and the skin on face seemed to be drying out very quickly.
    “Well?” Trey asked.
    “Yup, she’s dead all right.”
    “How can she just die like that? I know the injury was gruesome but it was only a leg wound , for Christ’s sake,” Trey groaned.
    “Maybe she died of shock, hell I don’t know,” Mancini sighed. “Come on, we better get going. We can’t dump her here. We need to find a place a little more secluded. Shit, I didn’t think I was going to have to start dumping bodies before we even got to Ensenada.”
    “Ah, man, I feel kind of awkward about this,” Trey sighed.
    “Awkward about what?”
    “Driving along with a dead body in the back, man. It’s not cool. It’s like that movie, Weekend At Bernie’s or something but not as funny. Ah, this situation really sucks.”
    “Get it together, Trey,” Mancini growled. “We can’t leave her here now. The store clerk has seen me and the camera may or may not be working in the store and you can guarantee as sure as shit those cameras at the toll gate were working. It won’t take long for the authorities to trawl through the film and see that girl in the back of our car and come looking for us. That’s what’ll happen if we dump her body right here, Trey.”
    “Whatever, man,” Trey muttered, shuffling uncomfortably towards the driver’s door.
    Mancini tossed the cleaning products into the foot space and slumped back into the passenger seat and studied the map. He saw that the side road running alongside the minimart led down to the coastline.
    “Take that side road,” he instructed Trey. “We’ll see if we can dump the body