“My mommy and daddy are down there?” for the first time he looks at me in the eye.
“They're at your house, Ben, waiting for you.”
“And when am I going to go home?”
“Soon,” I answer without precision.
I need at least one day of rest to get into the car and drive to his home. It would be a three-hour trip.
The wheels hit the runway and our bodies jolt for a moment while we feel the machine force to stop.
“Can we get out now?”
Children are so anxious.
“Not yet Ben,” Amira says, “just a few more minutes until the captain says so.”
She's still holding my brother's hands; the poor man is completely sweaty but more relaxed than before.
Talking about anxious people, Sarah gets up immediately after the plane stops. I catch her making a sudden movement and that causes her physical pain. She shrinks trying to calm the pain down but when she sees me watching her; she puts on her best face and walks towards me, standing in the aisle, looking at Ben and me with a smile.
“You look like father and son.”
What?
Looking at the little guy, I say, “What do you mean?”
“You two are frowning.”
When I look at the child, his eyebrows are drawn to the middle of his forehead.
“I don't frown like that!” I protest.
Sarah raises an eyebrow, daring me to contradict her.
Let’s just say that sometimes I'm a wise man and I shut my mouth.
The captain emerges from his cockpit and he says, "Sir, we have a 15-minute angle, as soon as I get the confirmation, I'll open the doors.”
I nod to him.
This is a private andillegalairport; in this place you can find thousands of kilos of cocaine per year, exotic animals, guns and people. This airport does not exist for the eyes of the law, of course, or at least, they pretend to be blind in exchange for money. People like me know this place because of that. I had to use it in the past, especially when I needed to travel quietly around the world.
So, I know the rules of this place, those fifteen minutes is all I need to get the hell out of here.
The captain comes out again, but this time he goes straight to the hatch.
I get up fast and take Sarah by the hand, her temperature is high. I glance at her for a second, looking for some symptom, but she looks deadpan.
Amira grabs Ben, and Dante helps her.
I say goodbye to the captain, and we walk to the runway looking for Carter, but I can't find him.
Where the hell is he? I can't just sit on this runway and wait!
And then, I see that fucking black Jeep, parked a few feet away from us.
Sarah stops on her heels for a second. She swallows hard and stared at it without blinking, but she quickly hides her emotions.
