30- Our secret revealed
"I sold coke in the bathroom," Adaly said.
"Really?" Tim looked at her with a malicious look, and his prominent chin formed a smile on his lips.
"Yes, to a rich girl. I think she's a lesbian, because she was with another girl who seemed to be looking at her in a strange way."
"We smoked a cigarette and she told me about her life. She studies medicine and her mother lives in Europe. They're heading to Sierra Nevada Park. I made sure she snorted a couple of lines and then punctured her tire. We can intercept them in a couple of hours."
"I love it, darling. You have learned a lot from me. You're very clever," Tim said with both hands on the steering wheel. He then leaned in and kissed her on the lips, and placed his right hand on her leg, which was wearing a skirt that generously exposed her flesh to other men. When Tim and Adaly drove along the route to Sierra Nevada, they saw a beige Hummer parked at a viewpoint, under the blooming maple trees that lined the green grass. The growing grass was being watered by the light rain accompanying the wind that morning. Musa, dressed in brown cowboy boots up to her knees and a pink leather coat, wore a pastel pink knitted hat over her chestnut hair, which fell straight framing her face and hips. Tim parked the truck a couple of miles away and looked at Adaly. He suddenly resented having to deal with a double job on that Saturday, when he had planned to drink all afternoon and settle his debt with Lucho in the evening. He coldly looked at Adaly and said:
"Wait for me here and don't do anything stupid. I'll take care of it." Adaly nodded with a smile on her lips and lit a cigarette. She remained smoking in the passenger seat. Tim walked towards Psyque's Hummer. The rain began to fall slantwise, swiftly hitting Tim's face, who despite wearing a cap had to protect himself from the raindrops by bringing his hands to his face. Musa, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the rain, even sliding under it as if she enjoyed the sensation of dew on her skin, wishing to dance in the rain. Tim looked at her with admiration, observing her doll-like face and her body and hips, his gaze stopping at the curve of her backside as he lusted after her. Then Psyque took a step forward, as an instinct to protect Musa, and Tim looked at both of them with contempt and continued walking, knowing that he had to gain the trust of both of them at first, as he was unarmed and Jhon had taken the gun. Psyque looked up and eyed him suspiciously. Tim approached them and smiled, trying to appear friendly and generate empathy, but they only looked at him as a man with a gloomy appearance and a wild air who had, for unknown reasons, approached them. Musa, crouched down, sensed the energies of that man and made sure that Rocío could handle the situation. Then she looked at the tire and focused all her attention on the now damaged truck.
"Yes, it's definitely punctured," she said softly, caressing the tire and looking at the whole vehicle with a slight sadness.
"Maybe it happened while driving, love," she concluded. And upon realizing that Tim was approaching silently without saying a word, Musa stood up and walked in front of Psyque, ready to protect her or kill someone if necessary. But Psyque, who also wanted to protect her, stopped her with a gesture of her hand.
"I'll handle this," she assured her.
"Good afternoon, young ladies. My name is Tim. I see that you're having trouble with your car. I'd like to help you."
"Thank you," Rocío said, with a relieved expression on her face.
"Thank you very much," Musa added, smiling slightly. As she looked closely at the man, she recognized him as the threatening-looking man who was arguing with the waiter at the restaurant. But at that moment, it seemed more appropriate to trust in his good intentions rather than tell Rocío about the scene she had seen him in at the restaurant. Perhaps she would tell both things to Psyque later, that she had seen that man arguing in the restaurant and that someone had purposefully punctured the tire. But for now, she preferred to remain silent. She decided to bet on the law of attention and only give attention to the good, which included the possibility that something good could happen as a result of that man's gesture of wanting to help them. She bet on thinking that everything would be fine, and her heart filled with courage. She looked at Psyque, who was about to tell the man about the condition of the truck. Musa listened in silence, not wanting Psyque to have more worries, deciding to take care of her. Maybe, as Emily Dickinson once wrote, she didn't have any sweet flowers to give to Psyque at that precise moment, like a mechanic or a tow truck hidden in her handbag, but she was sure of one thing: she had a heart full of love, warmed by the sun and hydrated by the rain that morning, and she owed it all to Rocío. She would never let anyone try to harm her, even if she had to do something crazy. She would go to the sky to bring her feathers, and cover her from the sun or the rain if necessary. She would do anything to keep her safe.