He laughed.
"Hey," I called, "Are you all right?"
"I know where he is," Rodriguez grinned.
"What's up with you? Are you having a psychic vision?" I chuckled.
"No, when I bumped into Daniel on the sidewalk–"
"You bumped into him on the sidewalk?" I repeated.
"I didn't realize who it was. He was wearing–"
"You didn't realize who it was?" I interrupted again.
"Just listen, please. It was dark. I recognized the face but couldn't place it, so I put a tracker on him."
"Your intuition is too good," I told him, then asked, "Why didn't you just say so?"
"Because you kept interrupting–"
"Let's go!" I grabbed his arm.
"Wait, what about Antonio?" he asked.
"I called your dad yesterday, and he said he would love to babysit Antonio," I said.
"Then why did you ask me who would watch Antonio a few minutes ago?!" he asked, obviously confused.
"To start a conversation, now let's go!" I said, dragging him along.
"Wait, but my dad lives in Mexico!" he stated.
"He said he would get a flight here yesterday," I said.
"But how did you talk to him?" Rodriguez inquired, "He only speaks Spanish."
"I understood some from my high school Spanish classes," I told him.
"What makes you think he'll be here today?" he asked. I stopped and stared at him.
"Rodriguez, what city are we in?"
"Houston," he answered.
"And what state is Houston in?" I questioned.
"Texas..." he replied.
"And what is Texas' neighbor state?" I asked. He sighed.
"Hey, look, I didn't pay attention in Geography class, okay?"
"It shouldn't take long to get here by plane. And he also said that he would check in at a hotel here and that he made a reservation already for room two-thirteen, so he should be there now."
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ActionFive years have passed since the last incident with the Russian Intelligence Agency (RIA), and they've been quiet since then. Bored out of his mind with no interesting cases except standard police matters, Rodriguez Moralés will soon be happy to lea...