I wasn't sure how I felt about going to Mexico.
“No," Aléjandro said. “He wants us to stay with him and mi madre until Silas can be certain our home is safe."
“Stay with him where? Are they staying in a hotel?"
Aléjandro shook his head. “When he's in the States, if possible, he prefers to stay on his yacht."
I tilted my head. “Your parents are on a boat?"
“A big boat," he said with a scoff. “He keeps it in international waters. That way he's not subject to the US laws."
“How far away is that?"
“Over twenty-four miles from shore." He shrugged. “About a half-hour boat ride or less than fifteen minutes by helicopter."
My eyes grew wide. “I've never been on a boat that travels that far that fast. I've been on a helicopter. My father had one to get to and from the mansion in the mou
