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The drive across the plains of Refugio was long and quiet. Because of security concerns, the family rode separately. Mama Tonia and Papa Ito rode in front, Eddie, Alma and Dylan in the middle, and Delfino and Xiomara in the rear.
The unmarked cars split up, taking different roads and long detours, just in case the white ship was watching from above.
Eddie rode in the shadows, holding Alma’s hand. He and Alma didn’t talk; with all the noise that had preceded the ride, silence was welcome.
Ted drove. His radio beeped at intervals and occasionally a police dispatcher spoke in code. But he mostly ignored the radio, driving in quiet.
Dylan fell asleep in Alma’s arms. Eddie looked down lovingly. It was just as well. His son wouldn’t remember any of this. He and Alma would have to tell hi
