wait

in Spanish to the man in the front seat next to him. They talked for a few minutes in that musical language, then it was silent in the car again.
They drove down from the last hill, into the flat urban maze of the San Fernando Valley. Kayla thought about leaping out of the car and making a run for it as the Chevy paused at a stop light, then thought better of it. I don't think I can walk real well right now, let alone outrun these guys. I'll have to wait, find a better opportunity to run like hell. . . .
God, why are they doing this? Kidnaping me. I can't believe this nightmare is really happening to me, I can't believe it. . . .
The young man parked the car in front of an old apartment building, on a quiet street with young children playing among the dead cars and garbage cans. The other man had to pull her from the car; her legs didn't seem to be working right yet, and she would've fallen but for his hands holding her up. Leaning