Guadalajara, Mexico

August 20, 2016

I work at Guadalajara Country Club. My shift ended, and I wanted to get home, so I didn’t spend much time at the club. I said goodbye to Jose, my boss and left. I walked around 2:15 pm on Marcaribe, heading towards Avenida Americas to take a bus. 

I do this every day. It is not unusual. Most people were still working, so the street was mostly empty. I turned right onto Avenida Americas and started walking to the bus stop when a yellow taxi pulled beside me. 

The driver began to talk to me. He said, “Get in, they sent me for you.” But no one I know would send me a taxi without telling me so I would not get in the car. When I did not do what he said, the driver got angry and began shouting terrible things at me.

He kept telling me to get in the car; that is when I heard another voice on his radio say, “Just get out of the car and grab the bitch.” I saw the driver stop the car and get out. He was of European descent with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was thin and about 5’6” tall.  He spoke Spanish with a bit of an accent. 

When he got out of the car, I started to run. I ran into the supermarket La Playa on the corner of Avenida Americas and Mar Mediterraneo. 

I ran to the clerk and begged him to help me. I was a bit in shock and did not want to go outside. The clerk went and looked, but he said the taxi was gone. 

At about 2:45, I called the police. I hate to think what could have happened if I had gotten into that taxi.

Sincerely,
Maria Garcia