The Sinclair Sisters

When in Cancun

Cancun, Mexico
November 10th, 2020

Violet

I drove down the street, checking the GPS every now and then to make sure I was going in the right direction. I glanced at Shannon through the rearview mirror. She was still quiet, and looked slightly confused. I hoped she was okay.

"Hey Shan," I said softly, "is everything okay? You look kinda bummed." Shannon raised her head and nodded, "Yeah, it's all good, don't mind me."

A few minutes of silence, then Shannon asked hesitantly, "Is what Essence said true though? That cocaine reduces the cat instincts?"

I sighed and nodded. I was honestly hoping she wouldn't ask - the last thing I need is two druggies in the family. "It's true," I said. "But it comes with side effects. Your cat side becomes weak until it dies out, and when one side dies, so does the other. We're hybrids, not immortals." Shannon hmmed but said nothing.

I glanced at Jodi and she shrugged.

This is so messed up.

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I parked in front of the restaurant and read the sign. "This is Gutierrez's restaurant," Jodi said. "Let's hope he's there. We got down and entered the restaurant. It had the traditional Mexican smell, and I was hit with a strong scent of chilli. I wrinkled my nose. At times, I really do like my advanced sense of smell.

But times like now, I wish I could turn it off.

We called a waitress and told her we were looking for her boss. She nodded and entered the back. A few minutes later, a woman in her mid-thirties came out. She eyed us, "¿Qué?"

"We're looking for Faustino," I said in Spanish. "I hear he runs the place?"

"I run the place," she replied, of course in Spanish.

"True, but he built the place and he put you in charge, so technically he's your boss," Jodi said calmly. "So, you can tell us where your boss is, or we find out for ourselves and send him a message on your behaviour. After all, we're his business partners, and he wouldn't want to hear you didn't treat us right."

The woman glared at Jodi then stomped away. A few minutes later, she came back with a piece of paper. "His address," she said curtly and threw it at me. "Anything else?"

I smiled at her, "Nah, that's it. Thanks." We left the restaurant. "Well she's nice," Shannon said.

I chuckled, glad that jokish Shannon was back. "She most definitely was," Jodi said. "But let's just focus on actually finding his house."

I read the address. "Well, it's still here in Cancun," I said. "But let's go now, in case of traffic." We entered the car and I drove off.

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We walked quietly towards the house, the crescent moon being our only source of light. I looked at the tall stone wall, too smooth for even Shannon's claws to climb. Jodi tapped me and pointed to a large tree, just close to the back of the house. Perfect.

We walked stealthily towards the tree, making sure to avoid all the security cameras. Shannon immediately climbed first, being the best climber amongst us. Once she was on top, she swung to hang upside down using her feet for support like a clouded leopard. She helped Jodi go up next, while I was last. The position of the tree was in such a way that originally, it was planted outside the compound but had grown so large, a few of the branches had crossed into the compound.

We climbed onto one of the branches and jumped into the compound, feet first. Easy for a cat.

We walked to where we suspected the back door to be when we heard something. A maid walked outside, whistling and completely unaware of our presence.