Rain smirked as he got some of the suitcases into the back. “I’m just clever like that.”
Henry put in the rest and snarked, “Or so you believe.”
During the ride, Henry, Selena and I took out our phones to brush up on the area of Catemaco. To make sure we learned whatever we could about the place. I knew some as I had researched it off and on since I learned that was where the kids had been taken. However, Rainmaker knew it better than any of us. So he would be our tour guide, so to speak.
After three hours, we finally arrived at the Hotel Playa Cristal. It was almost right on the lake. When we checked in, that was when our two guards played their parts. It had been hilarious, of course. They both did a lot of hip bracing with their hands while saying some effeminate and outrageous things. It took all we had, not to laugh loudly, but Selena and I just kept grinning. The clerk and bellboy did the same.
Now, Henry paced back and forth in the room as he looked agitated. “I just feel naked without my gun.”
Rain made a gagging sound. “Please do not give me mental images of that.” He had come back into our room through the adjoining door after changing his clothes to a more casual look.
“I suppose I could hit any attacker with a lamp,” Henry threatened.
“Just hang on there, cupcake.” Rain grinned at him. “The lamps are screwed into the tables, if you hadn't noticed. So maybe use a wine bottle.” He pointed at the bar.
“Great idea, Honey Buns,” Henry quipped back.
“Ohhh,someonehas been to Google recently,” Rain teased as he laughed. After a buzz sounded, he looked down at his phone and read the text. “My guy is ready. I described the guns that were the closest to what you three asked for, but beggars can’t be choosers.” He looked over at Henry. “Keep them safe, Sir Real.” He looked over at me and Selena. “You got my number. Call if there’s trouble. I mean besides Sir Scaredycat freaking out on you.”
Henry glared at him. “I have no fear, Rainmaker. You can tease me all you want but do NOT accuse me of being afraid.”
Rain actually paused and stared at the bodyguard who made his living by protection. “Da, I can understand that. I am sorry.” He then proceeded out the door without looking back.
I raised my brows. Rain had actually apologized to Henry? I glanced over at Selena.
Nodding, she looked stunned as well.
We both looked over at Henry.
He kept staring at the now closed door. “What the bloody hell?” he asked no one in particular.
“I wouldn’t think about it too much, Sir Henry,” Selena spoke up. “You heard of the phrase once in a blue moon, si?”
I agreed with her, “He is not a man who is sincere very often, mi amigo.”
Henry swung his shock filled green eyes over to us. “Yeah. He is probably just setting me up to look stupid anyway.”
We shook our heads as we both smiled.
We partook in the fruit basket and had bottled water. Mostly, we were just biding our time.
Henry prowled from the window to the door as he did not let up on keeping watch.
I checked my phone often.
Selena tapped my arm and asked, “No word?”
“No,” I replied. I had texted my contact here in Catemaco, but I worried it had been too long since I last spoke to her. Yes,her. During the drive here, I had explained to Selena, Rain and Henry about this person. An older woman who had been a housekeeper at a house across the street from where the kids were. She had been the one to tell me that two women had the kids. And yes, I did pay her. But she seemed to be exactly whoshe said she was. She had sent me several photos of the kids at various ages. None of them were close up as she couldn’t seem to get too close to them. No one could, she had told me at the time. The people on that street knew better than to approach the kids or the house they lived in. I didn’t have my cell phone anymore so I had no images to show them.
Rain had questioned me about where the house had been. I remembered the name of Revolucion. Which means revolution in English. It had been unusual to say the least.
Finally, Rain came back to the room and he had a backpack with him. Sitting on the sofa, he raised the pack up. “Everything is so cheap here,” he told us.
“Cheap as in not good quality?” Henry asked him. “Or cheap as in getting a great deal?”
“Both. These weapons are good quality but they cost me half of what I would pay in the States. But I could only get us a small amount of ammunition. Let’s hope we do not have to face a huge battle.”
“That is how Mexico is. Low prices but you have to really watch for inferior products,” I informed them.
