She looked at the abandoned jars again.
And without overthinking it, she found an empty box and began placing them inside. One by one, quietly, without drawing attention. By the time she was finished, she had collected fifteen jars total.
She carried the box to her car and drove home.
Something Was Not Quite Right
That evening, Lucía lined the jars up along her kitchen counter. She opened the first one.
The smell hit her immediately. Sharp but warm. Nothing artificial about it. The kind of scent that reminds you of something real and handmade, of kitchens where people actually cook.
She tasted it.
It was wonderful.
But as she turned the jar over in her hands, something caught her eye.
The bottom was not smooth the way a regular jar would be. There was texture there. She looked closer.
She told herself she was imagining things and set it aside.
She opened another jar. Then a third. Then several more.
When she reached the twelfth jar, she stopped completely.
Beneath a thin layer of dried clay on the base of the jar, barely visible, there were markings. She scratched at the surface gently with her thumbnail.
Letters appeared.
“Rooster time. Three. Seven. Mesquite tree. Shade.”
Lucía set the jar down and stared at it.
This was not a decoration. This was not an accident of old glass.
This was a message.
A Night With No Sleep
The words stayed with her through the entire night.
She turned them over and over in her mind the way you work at a puzzle you cannot put down. They were too specific to be random. Too deliberate to be meaningless.
Rooster time meant sunset in rural Mexican tradition, the hour when roosters called out at dusk.
Three and seven were steps or a distance.
The mesquite tree was a landmark.
And shade meant direction.
Whoever had written this had done so carefully. They had needed to hide information somewhere it could not be easily found or traced. Somewhere it would only be discovered by someone who was looking, and looking with care.
The thought that sent a chill through her was the simplest one: whoever left this message could not speak openly.
They were either being watched, or they were afraid of something.
Or both.
Following the Clues
The next morning, Lucía arrived at the office early.
