Mark

“She’s so pretty…” Mark whispered to Miguel who stood at the front end of the boat and watched a village of maybe a dozen wooden huts on the left shore. There were children playing between the pillars supporting a large, likely communal building, blissfully unaware pf what had happened on the boat less than an hour ago or of the cargo hidden in the trunk. But the days of innocence were long gone from Mark’s life, and he was unable to take his mind off the fact that they were transporting an unconscious girl as if she was an exotic animal destined to become the crown jewel of someone’s private zoo. What would happen to her? Who was she? And most importantly—would they really pass her on to Raul Moreno?