Assassin's Tears (ENG)

*+｡ CHAPTER 13｡+*

The assassin was now returning to her hometown of Coyoacán. When they got off the plane, they had to make their way by car, with Narin at the wheel.

Silence reigned between them, broken only by the music on the radio and the sound of the wind coming from behind the lowered windows of the Vazquez car.

Narin owned a red 1981 Dodge Magnum.

The Magnum featured tinted exterior trim, a Mopar engine oil cooler, a 300 hp 360 cubic inch (5.9 L) V8 engine paired with a 4-speed manual transmission, heavy-duty springs, shocks and anti-roll bars, and a limited Dana 44 rear axle slip. It was a more sporty version. The car had an angular silhouette with a massive radiator grille and rectangular shape of the lamps.

Billy himself was very surprised that his companion owned such a car. The man didn't expect that the mulatto likes such models.

"What? " She asked, unable to bear his gaze any longer.

"Nothing. " He replied immediately. "Your car is beautiful."

"Oh, really? " She snorted and glanced at him. "Are you so surprised that I have such a beauty?"

"That's right. " He admitted. "I honestly didn't expect someone like you to...I mean..."

"That a woman can have a car like that? " She guessed then sighed heavily. "Typical, starting guys judge every woman that way. You know, not all of us have to be a fragile girl wearing pink and waiting for our prince charming. " She said a bit more annoyed. "Not everyone has to be thin, because people say it's appropriate. None of these things. Every woman is a good woman, no matter if she is fat, thin or mixed. Women are strong, even stronger than men. Pink is like any other color, some like it, some don't, and some are afraid to admit to any of these options. And prince charming is a total bullshit." She shook her head. "You don't need a prince to be happy. You can cope on your own. "

"And you? "

"What? " She glanced at him.

"Are you happy, Narin? " He asked.

Vazquez paused for a moment and hesitated before answering. After a while, she just turned the music up, leaned her elbow on the car door, and continued to concentrate on driving.

"You talk too much. " She snorted after a long moment.

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Their journey had already taken several long hours. Morales said he was hungry so the black-haired girl decided to stop at the nearest restaurant. The woman knew this place, had been there more than once. It was nice and cheap there.

The nearby bar was behind the petrol station. Opposite the front door was the cash register where people paid their bills for meals or were just ordering their orders. Opposite the cash register, on the left, by the windows, there were three tables, and next to them were small couches, each with two seats. To the right of the entrance, there was much more space and there were more tables, with many more chairs and couches, in the corners of the premises. The floor was covered with white tiles and the walls were covered with colorful wallpapers that were red up to half the length of the wall, while the rest was white.

Narin led her companion to the empty seats. While Billy began to look at the menu, Vazquez carefully looked around the room.

"You're not going to order anything to eat? " Morales snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Hm? Ah, no. " She replied, resting her chin on her hand. "I'm not hungry. "

"You haven't eaten anything since last night." Brunet noticed.