Chapter 8: An Unfriendly Encounter

Angela checked the message twice, making sure her GPS had brought her to the right place. Directly to her left was a broken-down playground, the swing creaking eerily in the breeze. To her right was the modern-day definition of a slum. She took in the laundry hanging out of windows, the stench of marijuana wafting through the air. This was definitely the place he said to meet, though she couldn’t imagine why.

It was nearly midnight, and the few looks she’d gotten by passers-by told her she wasn’t welcome. She sat in her car with the doors locked for several minutes before she saw Diego’s looming figure in the distance.