Page 36 of Serving my Dragon
“My enemies,” Polly stated. She growled as she gave the bodies a glare.
“Yes and no,” I replied. “They came here because of Kayleigh.”
“But why?”
“Because apparently you found out they were trying to capture a dragon and threatened to expose them. As such, you became a loose thread they wanted snipped.” I left out the fact they’d planned to murder us all on the off-chance Kayleigh had remembered and spoken to us.
“Oh.” She must have hugged the dragon too tight because Polly complained.
“Must you squeeze me so hard?”
“Sorry.”
My uncle returned and said, “We should get out of here before they send more people.”
“More?” Kayleigh squeaked.
“To go where?” I asked. “They found us within hours.”
“Which is why you’re relocating to a place no one knows about but me.”
A safe place sounded good right about now. “What’s the address?”
Juan chuckled. “As if it has one. The spot I’ve got for you isn’t on any map. We leave in five minutes.”
“Five?” Mama yelped as she returned to join us. “That’s not enough time to cook for them.”
A comment that rolled my uncle’s eyes. “We don’t have time for that. Load the truck with what we have available. Food. Bedding. The place they’re going lacks amenities so more is better.”
Just where did my uncle plan to take us?
Mama’s hands waved. “Come, Kayleigh. Help me raid Carmelita’s kitchen so you have everything you need to feed you, my boy, and Pollita.”
Kayleigh glanced at me. I knew she wanted to protest this wasn’t necessary. But it was. Setting fire to the house holding my family? It had become personal.
The women left to raid the house and my uncle eyed Pollita in Kayleigh’s arms. “All this over that little creature.” He shook his head. “We’ll discuss this more on the drive. Right now, you need to give me a hand moving the bodies.”
“To where?” I asked, grabbing a pair of feet, only to pause mid-lift. “You’re not going to kill them, are you?”
Juan snorted. “Bodies are annoying to get rid of and we don’t have time. I have a better idea.” That idea involved stuffing them in the car they’d used to drive here but leaving the driver seat empty for Santiago.
I frowned. “Where is he supposed to take them?” We toted a body around the house, and I saw the car in question with the headlights on, illuminating Santiago. Good thing he didn’t have any close neighbors that might be nosy.
My question brought a smirk to Juan’s face. “A place the policia will find them.”
“Won’t we be in trouble once they wake up and they tell the cops we beat them?”
“They’ll be too busy explaining the guns in their trunk and the traces of cocaine all over the car.” Juan’s sly reply.
“You’re going to make it look like a drug deal gone wrong.” I would have smiled if the situation weren’t so terribly convoluted.
“Exactly,” Santiago declared as we dumped the body in the backseat. The second one in the yard ended up in the trunk until Santiago got to his destination and moved it to the driver’s spot.
“Good to go.” Juan slapped Santiago on the back. “Diego is on his way to meet you so you have a ride back.”
My uncle chuckled. “Reminds me of that time when we?—”
“Not now,” Juan growled, and my other uncle never did finish what he was going to say. He tugged gloves on his hands before he got into the car and drove off.
