Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 110

From what I could gather from the drawing, our destination was somewhere in the desert east of Acapulco. I drove in that direction, following the crude map as best as I could.

Mexico wasn't exactly the most developed country. There weren't paved highways with clear street signs like there were in the States.

"I get you there as fast as I can, senorita," I said, still feigning a typical Mexican accent.

"Thank you," she said, looking out the window at the desert passing by.

"My name ees Pepe. What ees jore name?"

"Heidi," she said, still looking out the window...