Somewhere between the middle and the end.

There they sat on the tail gate of the pick-up, it had been a long night but one could hardly tell through the crispness of his suit and the smile she wore as she sipped her mocha vente with an extra shot of espresso from the small coffee shop down the street. They both were reading part of the newspaper. He, of course, had the comics section, and was lightly chuckling at the likes of Dilbert and Garfield. She was looking for what might be the cutest animal in the classified section.

"Let's get this bullet out of my arm." He said as he folded up the funnies. "It's starting to hurt again."

She stretched, folded up the tail gate, and proceeded to climb into the passenger seat. "Will they ask questions?"

She lit up her cigarette and smoked it out the window as they drove towards the Sonora Community Hospital 30 miles down the road.