SERVANT OF THE SCORPION – Chapter 12 – The Sister of Mercy
I went over and stood at the feet of the 400 year-old Jesus statue. The others began to whisper. I pretended that I didn’t hear. That room was a perfect theater.
“Well?” asked Esmeralda.
Lucas replied, “We went to the police station but our contact wouldn’t speak to us. He sent some other guy over and stayed close-by so he could listen. We were told that gringos showed up last night, paid off all the right people, and took both bodies.”
Irma added, “And I think we were followed. I kept seeing this guy on a bicycle.”
Lucas said, “He was probably interested in you.”
“No,” said Irma, “I think he was un vigilante.”
I almost broke my ‘deafness’ and asked ‘for who?’ I tried to remember if my bicyclist had tattoos.
“Irma!” I heard someone bellow.
We all looked toward the entrance. A man was swaggering down to us. As the candle light reached his face I could see concentric tattoos that looked like war paint.
“Garra?” Irma was clearly frightened.
Garra sneered, “You? Hiding in a church? Even Jesus will not forgive you.”
“I’m here to warn you, bitch.”
Lucas stepped in front of Irma and Esmeralda. Arturo closed ranks with him.
Garra growled, “Don’t be stupid!”
Then he roared at Irma, “Rosalinda is in danger, you stupid whore!”
“Don’t you dare touch her!”
“Not me, bitch! It’s your puto Carlos!”
I ran over to become part of the shield too.
Good. Esmeralda was worried for me. And I never even saw Garra punch my head.
I realized I was on the floor against the altar. There were halos of bright fireflies around my face. But I could make out Lucas and Garra throwing punches. I saw Arturo backing the women away. Garra punched and kicked at Lucas’ groin and tried to gouge his eyes. Lucas was blocking every blow. Then he got a hold on Garra’s fingers and bent his hand back until I heard a crack and a scream. Lucas whirled Garra against the altar. He held him there and battered him in the ribcage and in the stomach. I never saw anybody’s arm move so fast. Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom. When Garra curled forward going limp Lucas held him up by the neck and started on the face. Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom. Garra’s face ended-up like a bowl of menudo. Lucas let him slide to the floor. Garra just gurgled and wheezed bubbles of blood.
Lucas turned to Esmeralda. I must have been hallucinating because I heard Esmeralda say softly, “Kill him.”
The white of one eye opened in the pulp of Garra’s face. Irma shouted “No!” and she threw herself on him.
“No! He is Rosalinda’s father!”
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