“Are you going to La Paz Hospital?” he asked in a firm voice.
Diego nodded, confused by the change in tone.
—Yes, my daughter… I have to get there before three. It’s… it’s vital.
Carmen nodded only once.
—Follow me.
—What? —Diego blinked, incredulous.
—I said follow me. Stick to my rear bumper and don’t let go no matter what
Carmen turned around and ran to her motorcycle. She wasn’t going to write a ticket today. Today she was going to pay a debt. She turned on the sirens, not with the tone of “stop,” but with the wail of a full-scale emergency, and launched herself into traffic, clearing a path like an icebreaker on a frozen sea.
