Book3:WereMyDreamIs

restareaalongthefreeway.Theyleftthedwentintoafastfoodstore.Whiletheywereihestore,amotorcycledroveupandstoppedbesidetheirsportscar.Themotorcyclistwasdressedallinbdhadhishelmeton,sowecouldn’tseehisfacebuthetookoutabboxandquicklyaffixeditunderhourfriend’sjetbcksportscar.Theonhismotorcydquicklyspedaway.Ithinksomethingisgoingtohappen.We’llwaitaheloudsoundofanapproaghelicoptercouldbeheardandthevoiceoverthewalkietalkieturehedispatchersaid,“They’reback.They’reback.Theyhaveeylimits.Whenyouseethem,tailthemandcutoffanyrouteofretreat.”Justasheeaking,abcksportscarwithnolightsonstreakedbytheleftsideofthepolicecaratanarmingspeed,likeasharkinthedeepwatersthathaddiscovereditsvictimandwasmakingitssuddenandsilentattack.Thepoliturnedonhissirenandquicklyfollowedinitswake.Thebcksportscarzigzaggeditswayoreets.Itmaderightaurnsseemingatrandomuntilitdisappearedpletelyfromsightandshookoffitspursuers.

    Theresidentialdistrictwasmeticulouslyndscapedwithtalltrees,flbushesandwell-keptwns.Thestreetlightsweredim,givingforthanatmosphereofquiet,peadtranquility.Emmanuel’sfirstimpressionwheumbleduponthispcewasthatitwasagoodpcetohide.Abruptlyheturhesteerihesportscardashedintothedenseshadeoftreesandshrubbery.Hedidn’tcarentsorflowershekilledorwhatwell-tendedbdesofgrasswerecrushedbythewheelsandjustparkedhisderatalltree.EmmauroSalinainthepassenger’sseatandsaid,

    “Ialwayssuspectedthatthehelicopterhoverheadyingonus.”

    “Youmeantosaythathumaneyesareaskeenasaneagle’sandseeallthedetailsofwhatishappeningonthegro