Cruisin' South

Chapter 5

The gang successfully processed with their plan. No mistakes, no false moves, no distractions, nothing. They made it back to their joint and display everything they seized.

"Cuatro kilos. Pure snow." Shawn proclaims as he waves a bag in the air.

"I don't know about this. It's not what we go in for." Pauly says concerned.

"Hey!" Loco shoots back at Pauly. "Might as well, punk. Right, Jonny?"

But Jonny doesn't answer. He prefers to ignore him as he does not agree.

"It's just that it's more every time we find some. What happens if it becomes the only thing we go after?"

"You cry too much!"

"It better not happen. It's not what we do. Let's just focus on what we've been doing. Got it, Loco?" Jonny says.

"What?" Loco whines.

"You better not be on that shit. Pauly, help me carry this shit to the garage."

"Man, what I wanna know is where the fuck Lupe is." Donavon adds.

***

Lupe was having such a great time with Sara all the while the boys were, well...

He had told her some stories of his experiences most of which had made them both laugh. So many years between them were left untouched. Lupe has so much to tell, yet Sara feels as if nothing really ever happened in her life. Every year was the same thing. School, school, and more school. She continued her education to college and then joined the academy. It would not be until a few years back that she was hired at the LAPD and a couple months ago that she was ascended as an undercover police officer. But even through all of that, Sara still feels like something's missing.

"So there was this one time when the migra was chasing me-"

"The migra was chasing you?" She interrupts.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"You won't believe it. They came up to me, right. They thought I was an illegal or some shit. They kept asking me questions and I didn't answer. So I'm guessing they probably thought that I didn't speak English, but I was leading them on because they're fucking assholes and they think they know it all, right. Anyway, they're about to take me and I bolt the fuck out of there." He bursts into a hilarious laughter.

"Lupe? Why didn't you just answer and show them your I.D.?"

Lupe is still cracking up. He's holding his stomach and making squealing and snorting noises as he laughs. That hadn't changed from him at all. He used to do that also as a child when his uncontrollable laugh turned intense. Sara smiles at the memories.

"I wanted to have some fun. I knew they wouldn't be able to get me. It was just a game of tag. I had nothing else to do. I was having them waste their time on me instead of them going after the raza." He wipes his laughter tears.

Sara smiles. She wants to admire her cousin. She waits for him to continue, but it seems that he doesn't have more to say. "Then what happened?"

Lupe is a bit surprised that she's actually interested in the story. Nobody really cared to even ask how his day had been.

"I told them to check my wallet in my back pocket when they were cuffing me."

"I thought you said you knew they wouldn't catch up to you."

"I let them catch me."

"Really? You never were much of a fast runner."

Lupe sends Sara an exasperated look. "Alright, that's enough stories for today."