CHAPTER SEVENTY - ONE - DIEGO HELPS ISABELLA OUT OF TROUBLE.

Mateo drove slowly along the road, fighting the tiredness and fatigue he could feel deep in his bones. His hands are loose on the steering wheel, and he gripped it tighter in an effort to stay alert. Fuck! He rolled down the window, the rush of cool air offering only a temporary respite from the fog of exhaustion that clouded his mind. He fight the urge to close his eyes, knowing that just a few seconds of rest could lead to disaster on the road. His thoughts are scattered and disjointed, his brain drifting into a hazy state somewhere between wakefulness and sleep. He put on a rock music, hoping that would help keep him awake. Bella. He had promised to meet up with her after work. He blinked and reached for his phone, dialing her number. The call went through and rang, but she didn't pick. He tried a second time, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel along to the beat of the music. The call connected this time and he hastened to lower the volume of the music. "H