She listens, murmuring thank yous when he says they will.
"I can show you on a map," she explains, pulling away from his shoulder and getting up, offering her hand to help him up. She's not sure where to find a map, but the adrenaline is still coursing through her and she doesn't feel tired. She lets Al lead, wanting to show him now, while its still fresh in her memory.
"They moved me a few places, so I saw a couple compounds," she explained as they walked, "They'd strap me full of explosives and stick me in their trucks with the cocaine. Their doing it with a handful of girls Alex, they load us in like we're objects, and then if they get pulled over or attacked they use us as bait, or they just blow us up."
She lifted her arm, showing still healing scars down her pale arm, "They're assholes. But that was the other thing I wanted to tell you, about the kidnappings. They're taking girls, teens and early twenties, like me. You should warn...whoever, that all their compounds and cargo trucks will be rigged to blow now. With these innocents inside. Some are from Bolivia, but most of them that I met are from America like me. Most of us were kept were Emberly's body is. If we can retrieve my sister's body, maybe we can save some of the girls and get them back home."
