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Cadillac rolled on, cresting another hill. It took the off ramp for the los Cabos airport then pulled over onto the dirt shoulder. Louis handed Fausto a locker key. “There’s money and three plane tickets. I won’t be needing mine,” said Louis. The young man with the curly hair climbed into the driver’s seat. He shut the door. “Daddy-” “I just wanted to see you both together, just one time,” “Louis-” “Now get out here before we all go to jail,” said Louis, “Don’t worry, Adonis here will take good care of me.” “Goodbye, Fausto.” Dioniso kissed Fausto on the forehead. He embraced Persephone then climbed into the passenger’s seat. The Cadillac peeled out. It roared down the highway, away from them. Persephone and Fausto stood in a cloud of dust staring at one another.
**** Louis sat in the backseat of the Cadillac. A tear rolled down his cheek. “Don’t worry, darling, we are almost there,” said Dionisio. Louis took out a cigarette and Fausto’s USMC lighter. “Radio!” said Louis, “what kind of half-assed extraction is this anyway?” Dionisio turned on the stereo. Guitars played. Louis looked out the window. He exhaled with a cloud of smoke.
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