Lisette Chavez-Montoya

[Dewey]

Lisette Chavez-Montoya

Birthdate: December 5, 1998
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 135 lbs
Eye color: Dark Brown
Hair color: Black
Race: Colombian
Occupation: Street Pharmacy
Friends: Yeimy, Zach
Enemies: Many

You will never meet a girl quite as argumentative as Lisette. She has a stubborn attitude all her own, and isn't afraid to run her mouth and curse out a complete stranger if she feels she's been wronged. It's a rebellion that runs deep in her blood, as well, evident in the way she defies her father (i.e. going to school in Paris, and taking up explicit modeling on the side). Lisette would say, of course, that this defiance is fully justifiable. After all, her father (Alejandro Juan Montoya--younger brother to notorious druglord Diego Montoya) has practically slept with the entire female population of Colombia (an exaggeration, of course). But this has led to a widely extended family with half siblings and step siblings, and Lisette has become frustrated with the infidelities since day one. She's not affectionate with her relatives for obvious reasons, although she doesn't hate them either. She tolerates them. Her pasttimes include arguing, arguing, and arguing. She holds grudges, smokes, insults people--rather high maintenance. She's serious, has little patience, clinges tightly to her independence, and is easily annoyed by other people. Needless to say, she comes off as snotty, but Lisette wasn't always a druglord princess, and knows what it means to work your way up from the bottom, since the Montoya Drug Empire wasn't built in a day. She considers herself a 'femme fatale' in her business, because she uses her looks to lure boys into addictions off which she can profit (DROGAS ), and she's never really had a serious relationship because she rather not have to put trust in anyone (no one has her trust) and rather not be tied down. She disappears often and parties to the wee hours of the morning, because as long as Papa Montoya is displeased, Lisette is on top of the world.

[Dewey]

The night ended differently than I thought it would. I was expecting to rack up a few misdemeanor charges for shoplifting at a drug store. I was that f-ing bored, all right? Besides, I left my credit card home, and I wasn't about to leave Vogue, Cosmo, etc. on the shelves. It would've been nice to put one more gray hair on daddy's head. He's been so obsessed with "straightening out" Cayetano that nothing I do even registers. I'm not about to go back to Paris to model either. And Zach disappeared a while ago, so I didn't even have that to shove in his face.

Until tonight. Because tonight, Zach just happened to be in the same drug store I was. We argued, like usual, and I asked him where the f- he's been the past few months. He tells me he decided to drop the business. Just like that! So we argue some more, of course. And for some reason, I get madder and madder. I didn't know what it was. I wanted to make him jealous, but he couldn't care less. And the fact that he was so nonchalant bothered me even more. Finally I realized I didn't give a sh!t about the partnership. I just missed him. I missed his body, late night clubbin with him, having someone to chill with.

And the night ended with us...getting back together? I mean, whatever. It's not like I care or anything. If he wanted to walk away from us, too, it's not like I would've cared. I'm not that kind of girl. In fact, I'm probably just PMSing right now and on some emotional roller coaster. He said he would call tomorrow night, but I don't care if he does or not.

[Dewey]

The night wasn't supposed to end like this. Zach and I were minding our own business, having a good time. We hadn't hung out in a while, and we finally got a chance to, and it was nice. No arguing, no drugs, no nothing. Not even alcohol! I mean, d@mn, that's pretty much the epitome of sober nights for the both of us, right? But I should've known the night was going too well. Some drunk@ss bastard rams into us at the club, and then when Zach tells him to watch where he's going, he just blows up on us. So we did what any sensible person would do: we left. Thing is, the guy followed us, with four or five of his friends, and they didn't look like they wanted to make friends. They were ready to kick @ss, and do whatever the h3ll they could with me once Zach was out. We hurried to the car, I got the f- in, and I handed Zach the gun in his glove compartment like he asked me to. And that's how it was supposed to go. It was just to scare them away, you know? Just to get them to backoff. But that f-ing drunk didn't want to look like chickensh!t in front of his friends, so he tries to wrestle the gun out of Zach's hands, and just like that, the trigger's accidentally pulled, the gun goes off, and the next thing we know we have this six-foot, probably 200 pound idiot at our feet, dead. Dead. Because of us. Zach killed him, and I was an accessory to murder. In the span of five minutes, we both became criminals.

I was scared sh!tless. I don't get scared often, and I try not to show it. But then again, I've never been an accessory to murder. Sure I've carried a weapon around before, but I've never had to use it. We were going to dump the body in a junkyard--I think it was my idea. Apparently, it was the wrong idea. I could hear Zach's brother cursing him out on the phone. Well how the f- am I supposed to know what to do with a dead body? Whatever. We took the body to Andre's house, his guys transferred it to their car, and I don't even want to know what the h3ll they did with it. Zach said something on the phone about the ocean. I guess they dumped it miles from the coast.

I thought I was covered. Zach said I'd have nothing to worry about, because his family has hands in every part of the city. But the thing is, I have this voicemail on my cell from my dad, and he sounds pissed as all h3ll, almost like he knows. Which leads me to believe that Andre made a call, maybe blackmailed the family somehow, and now I'm in deep sh!t.

[Dewey]

I don't understand this at all. Zach told me everything would be taken care of. He told me I didn't have to worry about a thing, that Andre would take care of it. But Andre took care of it in a very different way. Apparently, he called my dad this morning and practically blackmailed us. He told him my name wouldn't be cleared at the Auvernha Police Department unless we met their f-ing demands. What the f- is that all about? I want to think that Zach has nothing to do with it, that he wouldn't let Andre really do all those things. When my dad asked why I thought that, I didn't know what to say. It's not that I think he loves me. It's not that I think he even cares about me. I would just like to think that there's at least one person in this d@mn city that I can depend on. That I can trust. I thought Zach was that person.

Apparently, I was wrong. All I can think about constantly is that he set me up. It makes perfect sense. The Tagliatti's hate my family. So what if Zach took me out just to set me up, and now we're being blackmailed by them. I don't know what to believe! I don't want to believe that Zach would do this to me, but...