To Kill A Sparrow

Chapter Four "Gin, Smoke and Lies"

Chapter Four "Gin, Smoke and Lies"

"Por siempre mi corozon," I heard blasting through the radio in the back of the small mexican restraunt I was sitting in.  I was stuck, after this whole "badass" phase I was going through, I don't know what to do next. I opened my wristlet purse and pulled out the dogtag I had found in the woods. 

W.S.A

What could that stand for? I fiddled the tag between my fingers. I stirred the ice around in my lemonade and took a sip. What do I do now? 

"Buenos dias senorita! Que te gusta comer para el desayuno?" A waiter asked as he pulled out a pad of paper and a pen.

"Uh..." I gave him a confused look, "Ah...no...speaky....espanol?"

He turned a chair around from another table and sat down on the otherside of the table, "Good try, but that won't cut it in Mexico."

"Who says I want to go to Mexico?" I joked while taking another sip of my lemonade.

He laughed again and smiled, "So what's with the dog chain?" 

"Just something I found in the woods," I flipped it to the engraved side, "Now I'm trying to figure out what this stands for."

"Why don't you ask the guy that engraved it?" He began to play with a straw's packaging.

"Because I've got no fucking clue who engraved it," I admitted.

"The company logo is right there," He grabbed the dog tag and pointed out a small, engraved logo underneath the first symbol. 

"Well shit," I grabbed the tag and pulled it closer to my eyes to read the small print, "I guess I should have saw that..." 

"Yeah well..." He chuckled and got up from his seat, "You want huevos con tocino or arroz con frijoles?" 

"I still don't understand half of what you are saying,"  I laughed and hid the tag back into my wristlet, "Plus I only have the money to pay for my drink."

"Well then meet me in the front and you can pay," He turned and walked off.

I got up, slurped the last of my lemonade, and met him at the front. I payed for my meal, but as I was walking out he said, "Bye Emily."

How the did he know my name?! I never told it to him, hell he never told me his name. 

***

I pulled out my iphone and looked at the time:

2:35

I was walking around the middle of the town and looking for S and S engraving company. Why the fuck was everything written in some type of code or abbreveations? I scrolled through the contact in my phone and called Jonah. He let it ring, no answer. I wanted to call again, but I didn't want to seem clingy or anything like that so I hung up and headed to Rogie's place.

Rogie and his friends didn't really have a house. They had an old abandoned apartment that the broke the lock on and snuck into. Eventually they came back so many times they just decided to live and hang out there. I opened the door and threw my keys on the side table, next to the ratty old couch.

"Eeehhhh, look who it is!" A random guy put his arm around me and basically flopped all his weight onto my shoulder. I could smell the alcohal on his breath, "A p-pretty brunette!"

I saw Rogie pop up in the doorway to the bathroom, he looked like he had just rolled out of bed. His hair was a mess, he was in sweat pants and he didn't have a shirt on, "Who the hell is this Rogie?"