Chapter 13 flying pigs.
Sand's isn't mine, only the O.C.'s, adding a new one to help muddy the waters, hopefully add to the fun.
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"We're here" the taxi driver said again, looking back with a slight tone of frustration, it had been several minutes and Sands was trying to get Sara to be somewhat effective eyes.
"I know" he snapped at the driver "A moment , amigo" he said, in tellingly unfriendly tones "So tell me Doc where, here is again?" he said more irritably, as if asking again might improve the answer
"I told you" Sara snapped right back "There is no lawyers office on this street, there is in fact nothing, well almost nothing" she said
"And like I asked , what's 'almost'? " Sands said with a dangerously cold edge, that said he was seriously losing his patience "I swear where is a kid selling bubblegum when you need it" he muttered
"You want bubblegum?" Sara said incredulously
"No.. no a drink or five, I swear" he muttered even more irritably "Pay the man as lets take a look around" Sands said.
"Are you sure, I mean on the way over you were saying to expect them to know your coming, what was it you said, what can be bought so easily can be bought back?" she said of Sands comment on the loyalty of the little rat clerk
"I do know what I said" Sands stated, "Ring the number, again" he said.. Sara obliged and again ran the contact number on the business card
"Its still going to an anonymous voice mail, no message again?" she asked, Sands didn't even bother answering, he nodded.
"So, tell me, again'' he said "What's the view" he said after they got out and after Sara paid the taxi and it sped off, she figured she was better off not knowing the obvious expletives in Spanish, after waiting him wait so long.
"It's a dump of a side street, nothing but a bar that sells food, a few locals, looks like no one else would eat there, not a tourist trap around here" she said
"So this place, just for my own edification what is it called?" Sands said, wondering why he had to ask for every detail, it was like pulling teeth, and Christ he would resort to that too soon enough if it would speed this up"
As if sensing this Sara decided to be a mite more detailed in what she supplied, that was after all, the only real use Sands appeared to have for her, and she had to be useful to get anything back. "The place looks ancient, really falling down stuff, but there is a sign in the window, saying 'bajo nueva gerencia'
"Does it look like this new management has done a whole lot to the place?" he asked
"No, its still a dump, well" she tried to figure out how he would look at this place if he could "Well… maybe that's a new sign, the name of the place, it looks slightly newer than the rest of the décor" though décor and that place did not seem to naturally suit being in the same sentence
"Ok Doc, what is it now called, just for.."
"Your own edification?" she asked, rhetorically "Its called 'El cerdo del Vuelo' " she said, concentrating on trying to pronounce it right, she was no Spanish speaker rather than looking at him
Sands froze "You sure of that Honey?" he said in a tone that had her giving him her undivided attention
"Yes, Well I might have pronounced it wrong but.. yeah" she even spelled it out to him, to ensure no mistake
"The special of the day wouldn't happen to be posted up for all to see from the street would it.. wouldn't happen to be peurto pilbil would it?"
"It would" Sara said uneasily "looks like it always is" she said
"Well Gee it ain't rocket science Doc, ultra elementary, too much so, smells like a set up'' he muttered this more to himself
"Smells more like good pork" she quipped back
Sands winced "you just had to go and say that out loud" he said
"I don't get it, what is going on?" she asked "A card for a place that doesn't exist, this dump does instead, someone wanting us to just waste time getting lost?" she asked
"No, someone telling me to go in there" he said
"How ?" she said
"All of it .. its not been subtle all that Jaque Mate.. it means checkmate in Spanish, the name of this place, the flying pig.. subtle, even if you didn't know where Ajedrez, which means chess in Spanish, met me, lay that whole 'didn't see it coming ' line on me before.. " he paused, he was sure Sara got it, the hitch he heard in her breathing told him she had just about caught right up "But she is dead, I mean I am sure she was, and this, well it is enough for even a blind man to see it coming" he said.
Even thought she was not touching him, he could feel her tense, a nervous, or maybe scared and trying to hide it, voice said
"So what do we do now?" she asked
"Guess we go see if that Puerto pilbil is worth shooting the cook over" Sands said with a casual smirk