that when he
got out, he’d be able to live the life that he’d grown accustomed to. He had
enough money to go anywhere and do anything.
When his parents suggested that he immediately leave the
country once he got out, he vehemently agreed. “But first,” he told them,
“there are two people that must be taken care of. I need to see it done. Only
after they are gone and I’ve seen it with my own eyes, will I go back to
Bolivia.”
After a year of good behavior, he was finally given
permission to visit the prison library. He then paid a guard to look the other
way while he used the pass code of another inmate to sign online.
Once he was granted access to the internet, he began
searching for Juan on the more popular social media outlets. With just a couple
of clicks, he was able to find the rat. He'd changed his name to Paulo Antunez.
Castillo was surprised at how easy it was to find him. There, looking right at
him was a picture of Juan Hernandez. You
really can find anyone on the internet , he thought to himself.
“No one and nothing is private anymore. Everybody wants to
be seen and heard,” he snickered.
“And for me, that is a very good thing.”
Castillo was sure that the feds had warned Hernandez about
setting up any social media accounts. But there he was, in the bathroom, taking
a selfie .
“You always were a fat, dumb, son of a bitch,” he mumbled
and shook his head.
“Guess the government no longer cares about you, mierda de
rata,” he swore at the computer screen.
“Enjoy it while you can, you fat fuck. Enjoy it while you
can.”
Shortly after he’d found Hernandez, he began his search for
Madison West. Finding her proved to be harder than he thought. But when Nurse
John Higgins told him that he used to be a private investigator, Castillo
immediately went to work.
At first, John refused to help the inmate. But after doing
some digging of his own, he thought it would be in his best interest to help.
In the beginning, he offered only tidbits of information about Madison, but
when Castillo told him that it wasn’t enough, he tried ignoring any further
inquiries about the woman’s whereabouts.
It wasn’t until Castillo sent a couple of thugs to beat up
his wife, did he change his mind. They’d beaten her so bad, that she ended up
in the hospital.
After that, Higgins became Castillo’s new best friend.
That night, while Castillo lie in bed awake with
anticipation, his cousin Salvador was making one last call to Nurse John
Higgins.
****
Even though there were bars upon the prison windows,
Castillo could tell that it was going to be a wonderful day. He was being led
to the prison medical clinic by two guards. He’d told them that his asthma was
acting up and that he’d filled out a ‘sick call’ form, the night before.
The guards only nodded their heads as they led him,
unshackled, to the clinic. Nurse John Higgins and a new male intern were there
waiting for him.
After the guards deposited Castillo into the private
examination room, they moved away from the closed door and began making small
talk with some of the nurses that were there.
The cousin’s exchanged hugs and kissed one another on the
cheek before quickly removing their clothes.
It took less than twenty minutes to switch identities. By
the time Nurse Higgins told the guards that he was finished giving Castillo his
asthma treatment, Ricardo Castillo, wearing a lab coat, dress shirt, and casual
slacks had all but forgotten that he’d just spent the last three years in
prison. “We’re not out of the woods yet.” Higgins warned him. “So wipe that smug
look off your face,” he whispered.
After the guards shackled the prisoner, they gave Castillo,
one last nod of understanding and