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More Than Eyes Alone Can See	By : Psnoo17 Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 1450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-More Than Eyes Alone Can See
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-14
- 14-15
- 15-16
- 16-17
- 17-18
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- 20-Index of Quotes
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Well, that would
certainly explain why she speaks English so well. While Sands was surprised by this news, he
wasn�t shocked. When she spoke English,
some of her words had a distinct American accent to them instead of a Spanish
one, or the more cultured European one that would have been taught by tutors in
upper-class Spanish homes. �So what, you
spent the school year in America
and spent the summer in Mexico? Or was it the other way around? Or did your parents simply throw you back and
forth without warning?�
The last situation
would have been the most accurate had her father not felt the need to keep all
those around him under this thumb. He
certainly hadn�t cared for her, and had he not found a need, a role for her to
fill, cer certainly would have been thrown out.
But that was none of this man�s concern, and he wouldn�t feel sympathy
for her if he did know. �I didn�t go to America
until I was seventeen, and that was only to go to university. Before that I lived in my father�s
house.� Not his home � home implies family.
Family implies some sort of caring for one another. I lived in a wolf pack, and I was the one
they chose to pick on. A virtual slave,
being raised to be a subservient nonentity to my sister. �But anyway, my shots are all
up-to-date. The ones required he //Bring it here. I�ll feed her right after I finish with se�or
Tirado.
As the boy brought
her the piece of fruit she thought, It�s
a good thing that these children are so obedient, otherwise I�d be in big
trouble right about now. I don�t think I
could handle having to keep order among them when I can barely keep it within
myself at the moment. //Thank you,
Ren�. Now will you go play in the living
room or something until I come out to start dinner? The boy looked longingly at the armchair in
the far corner of the room � he clearly wanted to stay.
�What�s wrong, ni�a?
Afraid I�m going to take a shot at your young charges?� Sands still spoke in English, taunting her
fears.
�No.� The answer was sulky, her tone indication
that this was exactly what she was thinking, and she knew it. Nice job, Tessa. She couldn�t tell Ren� to leave without
risking the man�s ridicule and making it appear as if she thought him a
monster, but she didn�t feel comfortable with letting the boy stay in the room
either. Too bad you�re backed into a
corner and the three of us know it.
Bite me.
//Fine. You may stay if you want,
but I need you stay out from underfoot, and you have to promise to leave if I
ask you to, okay?
//S�,
se�ora. She watched as he ran from the
room and came back with several picture books.
He settled into the armchair and the quiet sound of turning pages filled
the silence of the afternoon air.
�I�m still waiting,
ni�a.
And while I can entertain myself for some time with all sorts of
thoughts that I doubt you�d fully appreciate, I would find it ever so much more
amusing if you�d open your mouth and share some answers to my earlier
questions.�
This sudden
monologue started Tess back to reality.
�Do you want any Novocain salve?�
�What? What are you babbling about now? Did you just hear a word I just said?�
�Yes, I heard
you. I just thought it might be
distracting to feel my needle as I stitch you up again,� she answered
innocently. She was stalling for more
time and they both knew it. �Or would
you rather do without?� She doubted
it. He had to be in enough pain as it
was without having this added to it.
�Fuck you.�
�I�ll take that as
a yes.� She reached for the cream she
had left out on her nightstand. �This is
going to be a bit cold.� As she applied
the balm, she started talking, unable to put things off for any longer. �Yesterday . . .� she sighed. Yesterday was a blood bath. I think you�re probably more aware of the
causes behind that than I am.�
�Why do you say
that?� Sands� voice was tense as he
wondered what exactly she had learned from the earlier conversation she had had
on the phone. He really hoped that she
hadn�t discovered too much . . . it would be difficult for him to find another
doctor at the moment.
�It�s not every day
that a person sees a blind and severely injured gunfighter take out several
members of a rather powerful cartel.
It�s not every day that one sees a severely injured blind
gunfighter. It wasn�t hard to guess that
somehow you strayed onto Barillo�s bad side, and knowledge is often the cause
for suchsticstic retribution.� She
shrugged, sitting back until the Novocain could take effect. �I don�t know who you are; mercenary, a
cartel member who played the odds and lost, do-gooder, or government. It�s enough that you were seemingly fighting
against the cartel.�
�And how would you
recognize this job as their work . . . or more specifically, how did you become
acquainted with Dr. Guevera�s handiwork?�
This is where she
stepped into dangerous waters. If she
wasn�t careful, she might very well get herself shot. Haltingly she said, �Remember how I told you
that Barillo ruined my life?� She waited
for him to acknowledge this reminder.
�The cartel took an interest in me at a young age, and when they take an
interest in you, you don�t refuse without severe consequences. I was brought up among the ranks of henchmen
to be a doctor . . . Ajedrez�s personal medical slave if you will. After receiving my degree from Harvard medical,
I was summoned back home. I was told to
do an internship with the good doctor � I didn�t argue. �You know, dragging
any information out of you is like pulling teeth.�
Startled, Tess
looked up from the needle she had started threading to distract herself. �It�s difficult to talk when you�re not sure
if you�re next words will earn you a bullet between the eyes. At one point in my life I was better able to
deal with the feeling, but sadly, it�s been a few years since I�ve had to
practice. �One is the loneliest
number.� Shaking her head she continued,
�No, you are my responsibility, but if you don�t want to tell me, fine. I�ll find something for you to wear
somewhere.�
Satisfied that she
was going to let the matter drop, Sands asked, �You said something about a
radio?�

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It wasn�t as easy
to sneak out of the house as Tess had expected it to be. First she had to wait until the children were
asleep, or at least close enough to it that they wouldn�t seek her out. Then, she had to check on Sands. That had been worrisome; the man was sporting
the beginnings of a fever. She dosed him
with aspirin and hoped that would hold things off until she was able to look
into what might be causing it. She
sincerely hoped that it wasn�t infection.
�Here, take
this.� She had given the man another
gun. �I don�t anticipate being gone for
more than two or three hours. I�m going
to have to drive across town and find a store that�s open late. All the shops in this area know me by sight
and would know that I don�t usually buy enough food for six or purchase many
diapers. I�d rather avoid as much
suspicion as possible until I�ve figured out what I�m going to do with the
kids. They at least deserve a happy
ending out of all this.� There had been
a minimum of argument from the man, which had worried Tess more than the
fever. �Are you sure you don�t want a
stronger painkiller?� Surely he was
running low on obstinacy or whatever it was that was keeping him from caving to
the pain. She understood that he didn�t
want to lose consciousness, to be vulnerable, to be locked in his dreams
without escape, but he shouldn�t needlessly suffer either.
But he had refused
on the grounds that if he became too doped up on meds, he�d likely end up
shooting someone accidentally. It was a
good argument to use when there were small children in the house, so she had
let him be.
Now, an hour after
she had left the house, she was sitting in her car two blocks from where
Marcos� parents had been found. She had
bought her groceries with a minimum of effort, thankful that she always kept a
supply of cash on her for times when it was unwise to leave an identity. I
suppose I could have a fake ID made. I
do know people who could do that for me.
It�s just that I�m already struggling to maintain my own identity. I don�t need a third.
She looked out her
windshield. There were a surprising
amount of people out for a city that just last night had been rocked by riots
and an attempted coup d�etat. Life
goes on . . . for some people. Others
just watch and smile and wait like wallflowers at a high school dance. Have you ever danced Tessa?
Every day, on the edge of sanity. That�s enough for me. Life is for the sane; existence is for the
rest of us.
Instead she walked back to her car and drove
to her second-to-last destination of the night.

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Going to the
apartment where Marcos� family had lived had been useless. She had sat in her car for an hour waiting
for someone � anyone � to
show up. No one had. Whoever had waited for the boy the night
before had apparently giup. By that line of logic, your own head is in danger.
But at least you have the decency to stay
inside my head, rather than outside ringing y eay ears.
Don�t
press your luck. We both know that could
change in a moment. We both know that�s
what I�m hoping for.
Don�t hold your breath.
I�m
not. Look, are we going to sit out here
all night, or are we going to go into the man�s room sometime and fetch him
some clothes? Thanks to her
careful wording of her concession, she had never actually said that she
wouldn�t go to her patient�s place of temporary housing. She wouldn�t have if she hadn�t discovered
the worn matchbook in one of his pockets.
After that she had known exactly what hotel he was staying in, a rundown
place that was more used to renting by the hour than by the night. But she knew the owner, had managed to patch
his kid up after the boy had decided to stop dealing for Barillo. She figured he could let her into the right
room and keep his mouth shut about it.
Her car was the
only one in the parking, an, and in dark jeans and her denim jacket, she
wouldn�t look too out of place in the setting. True, if she had dressed like a hooker, she
would had blended in better, but she did have some standards, and dressing as
if vinyl was a natural byproduct of her body was crossing the line. Shifting the baseball cap on her head so it
would better shade her face, she once again got out of her car., she wasn�t quite fast enough.
As she opened the door to the backseat, she felt a path of fire trace
it�s way over the underside of her arm, quick as lightning. When a bullet slammed the door shut a moment
later, Tess realized what was going on.
Cursing because the man had been right, she threw herself into the open
driver�s side door, pulling it closed behind her. Starting the car as another, then another bullet hit her car � luckily missing the glass � she threw the automobile into gear
and raced out of the parking lot at
a speed she otherwise would have avoided.
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