Helena Ayala struggled to hold back tears as she drove down Grand St. in La Jolla, California. She had just seen her husband, Carl Ayala, from behind a little glass window in the prison where he was. He was held there on a charge of smuggling in cocaine from Mexico. He was turned over to the authorities by a man he had hired to smuggle in the drugs, Eduardo Ruiz. Helena didn't know what to do, she was being watched and listened to night and day. The neighbors would have nothing to do with her and her own friends had turned their backs on her.
"Mommy, where did Daddy go?" Her son, David asked her. Helena tried to regain her composure.
"Daddy just had to go away for a little while, but he'll be back soon." Helena said in a shaky voice, wiping away silent tears. She looked into her rearview mirror to see David clutching his putter. She smiled, pulling into her driveway.
"Alright David," she said turning to him, "go right upstairs and take your bath."
"But Mommy, when does Tiger Woods take his bath?" David asked, undoing his seatbelt with difficulty. Helena smiled at him.
"Tiger Woods takes his bath when his Mommy tells him to," she said, trying to sound convincing. David grinned.
"Alright Mommy," he chirped, opening his door and jumping down. Helena got out and found David waiting by the trunk. She unlocked it and pulled out his golf bag.
"Here, David, go unlock the door, I'll be there in a minute." She said handing him her keys. He ran off to the front door and unlocked it. Helena lifted up the heavy golf bag and closed the trunk and made sure that she locked the car door and the front door. She set the golf bag in the hall and went to sit down on the couch in the living room. What on earth am I going to do? she thought.