Harley
The rain continued to pour, even after the thunderstorm died down. The catering company delivered Mexican food, and we ran everything from the tent back into the camper. As a result, the entire space smelled like cumin and refried beans. The meat was spicy and the tacos were loaded with jalapeños.
I did not even want to know what all that spicy food was going to do to our digestive health in a few hours. ‘Scared the s.hit out of me,’ might take on a whole new meaning.
And four guys eating bean burritos? I might have to take a sleeping bag and sleep in the van when this investigation was over.
However, the food and the mock margaritas had lightened the mood, and everyone, including me, seemed to forget that we might actually be risking our lives inside the reformatory. I’d seen t
