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The sight of the familiar – yet old – Toyota supra gives Letty immense hope that she's not only on the right track, but hopeful that she'll soon find Dom. She's surprised that he risked coming back to Mexico, but she understands, because of the car he chose to take – his father's 1970 Chevelle. It surprises her even more that he kept the supra. She remembers the night they all won new cars and he crept out into the wee hours of the night to discard it forever. Or so she thought. With this new piece of information, she is now certain he has headed south.
Letty re-blankets the supra and goes back over to the Plymouth. She's thankful that the cops have yet to find this garage, because the Plymouth is such an incredible machine that should only be in possession of those who know it inside and out; it's true worth. She tosses her duffle bag in the back and begins sifting through the countless number of keys attached to her key ring. One would think it'd take awhile to find the right one, but Letty spots it effortlessly. Not only does she know everything about cars, but she's come to learn each key's unique carvings that fit perfectly in the cars' ignition.
She sticks the key in the ignition and revs up the engine. Letty smiles at how much it sounds like a beautiful symphony to her. As she starts driving through the familiar roads and towns, her eyes catch a glimpse of one of the gauges. She's low on fuel. She needs gas if she wants to make it beyond Guatemala. As she pulls into a gas station she tries to fight back a smile. The irony in paying for gas when she and Dom have been stealing it for years makes her chuckle.
The drive from Mexico into Guatemala City was not difficult at all, it was however, time consuming. It annoyed her that she didn't know how close Dom was, or worse how far away he was. If the human body didn't need to rest Letty would have undoubtedly kept driving further. Complying with exhaustion, she settled into a in a cheap motel, finally showered, and fell asleep effortlessly.
Instead of the peaceful sound of waves or the morning salty sea breezes waking Letty from her sleep, it was the sound of a couple arguing in the next room. She groaned, and put the rather flat pillow over her head trying to tune out the yelling through the paper thing walls. In this moment she hated Dom. They could be in Rio right now, lying on a white sandy beach, drooling for days by its beauty alone. But instead – because of his stubborn ways – she's in a cheap, dingy motel with crappy pillows, and uncomfortable mattress searching for him.
Letty mumbles curse words into the mattress and forces her arms to lift her upper body. Her eyes glance toward the ratty curtains that shield the only window in the room – it looks like the sun is just coming up. Perfect timing. Wanting to get a head start - and most importantly to beat the heat – she quickly scurries off to the bathroom. She unties her combat boots, kicks them to the side, and discards her clothes before stepping under the lukewarm spray of water.
Within a few minutes Letty's out of the shower, dressed in clean clothes, and drying her hair in a towel. As she starts repacking her duffle bag, her eyes catch sight of her watch. It wasn't the early morning like she thought, but the evening was slowly fading to black. She not only slept all morning, but throughout the whole day. Letty inhales sharply and silently curses herself for not setting an alarm on her cell phone. She now picks up the pace and packs at a fast rate, and is out the door within in seconds, returning her key to the front office.
She doesn't bother searching Guatemala – it's too close to Mexico, she's one-hundred percent sure Dom simply passed through. Letty only makes one stop, at a gas station to fill up her tank, and to grab some food. As she drives deeper down south the roads begin to change, causing a more freestyle way of driving. With the immaculate driver she's become it poses no hurdle or difficulty. It isn't until she reaches Honduras that marks her real search for Dom.
Rather than choose the first motel in sight, Letty settles on a moderately nice hotel to rest her head for the next couple of days. Tomorrow she'll begin searching in places that look or sounds like a discrete hideout for a bandit. As she slides the keycard into the door she can already tell this place is better, just by the simple fact that she's not using an actual "key". As the door swings open Letty's notices how plush and comfortable the bed appears. She waste no time in tossing her belongs on the floor, kicking off her boots by the bed, and discarding some of her garments before collapsing in to the comfort of the king size bed.
Unlike her first night resting, sleep did not come easy. Her body was indeed tired; her eyes from focusing on the road, her hands from gripping the steering wheel and her back and bottom from sitting so long during the long hours of driving. It was her mind that was reluctant to fall asleep with Dom heavily on it. Her arms reflexively capture her pillow as she sighs. Letty misses him beyond belief. In moments like this he would give her a much needed and elaborate massage. It's only been a few days and life without Dom is already feeling like hell, both physically and emotionally. After a couple of shed tears, Letty reaches over to turn off the lamp on the nightstand before forcing her eyes shut into an involuntary slumber.
The sound of Letty's cell phone vibrating on the wooden nightstand wakes her. She double checks the time to make sure it is indeed morning and not the evening where the sun is already setting. She kicks the thick cotton sheets off of her body and stretches her arms above her head before showering. Not wanting her dirty clothes to pile up or leave a lingering stench on her clean clothes, she washes them in the sink and leaves them to dry on the shower rod. And after dressing into clothes that match the weather, she heads downstairs for some breakfast.
Her porcelain white plate is peppered with delectable french toast and tropical fruits accompanied with fluffy buttery scrambled eggs – but as wonderful as it looks and smells – Letty merely pushes most of it around her plate. Eating breakfast alone is an all new experience. Normally, she'd be pigging out with Dom, maybe sharing a few pieces of food, or stealing some off of his plate. She heaves a heavy sigh at being completely clueless about where to even start searching for Dom in such a formidable vast country. She bitterly stabs a piece of fruit and pops it into her mouth, and forces her jaw to chew and swallow. After deflating the fluff in her eggs by smashing it with her fork, Letty finally drops it and pushes the plate to the side before scurrying back to her Hotel room.
After repacking her clean clothes Letty decides to drive around town in search of a car garage. She doesn't want to take any chances with her Plymouth; after all it wouldn't hurt to make sure everything under the hood is fine. Plus, with this possibly being a never ending trip, she might as well make sure all the car parts are going to hold up. If Letty were equipped with the proper tools then she'd simply pop the hood herself, inspect, and repair. But, momentarily she's like a painter without a brush, or a surgeon without a scalpel, - simply ill-equipped to build a masterpiece or perform damage control on an engine. Besides, her mind is too distracted on finding Dom to even tinker with a car. The engine to the Plymouth roars up and she slowly drives around town asking the local civilians on the best car garages. She's slightly taken back at how friendly people are here.
After collecting a few consensuses, Letty settles on driving the couple miles out to what the local people consider the best car garage in the whole country. Normally it would take about forty-five minutes, but Letty, not being able to resist the need for speed arrives at an isolated, dingy looking garage in twenty-five minutes. She's greeted by greased up mechanics that look like they've been underneath the hood of a car all night. Letty can respect this. They do their best to flatten out the wrinkles in their coveralls, and wipe off as much grease from their face and hands. If those actions weren't enough to telegraph to Letty that these mechanics did not get female customers, then the mechanic who tried to fix his hair clarified it next.
She did her best to fight back a smile and keep her laughter from escaping her mouth, but failed miserably. Trying her best to ignore their stares and drooling expressions she firmly asked for service check on her car, and the price on four new tires. After prices were negotiated Letty entered the rustic garage and flopped down on a greasy leather couch. The sight and feel of it reminded her of the days back in LA; when she and Dom would fool around on the old, worn out, couch at DT. Those were the good ole days.
The garage looks like the exact opposite of one. In hindsight, it truly looks like a giant shed. Despite its rustic appearance Letty can instantly tell this garage is well equipped to effortlessly assemble and repair cars with ease. There are certain car parts and trinkets that catch her eyes – especially the tanks of Nos. They race. Since she's had their attention from the minute she exited her car, Letty decides to make small talk, and find out about the racing scene down here. If Dom was here, then he would most certainly check out what the race scene was about in this country. It was just in his nature to know and learn how racing differed from each country and continent.
Not wanting to displease Letty, the mechanics answer her questions quickly and thoroughly. Turns out a new racer showed up the night before Letty checked into her hotel, and one of them was going to challenge him tonight if he showed up again. She wastes no time in asking what type of car he was driving, and where exactly these races took place. From the description the mechanics gave of the car, the driver, and how fast he drove and won, Letty is most certain that it's him. With this new information, Letty is anxious for them to finish up her car and get ready for the night's events. But the mechanics, enjoying the rare company of a female in their garage take their time and work at an extra slow pace.
When her car is finished and equipped with new tires and nos tanks, Letty thanks the mechanics and pays them generously before speeding off to her hotel. Throughout the whole drive she kept going over in her head on what exactly she'd say to Dom if he indeed showed up tonight. She couldn't quite settle on what to do first. Her first thoughts went to a swift kick between his legs, then to kissing him hungrily, and finally settling on a forceful jab to his face. Even though she's overly anxious for tonight, she forces herself to sleep upon reaching her hotel. Letty knows that she'll need her rest for tonight, either for an epic battle with Dom or a huge let down that he's moved on from Honduras.
