Chapter 38
Disguised in matching sun visor caps, sports sunglasses, and powder blue t-shirts, Gustavo Vila Nova and Makena Keahi held hands as they walked King Tut uphill along the rugged River Mountain Trail. The trail had been formed decades ago, looping between Boulder City and Henderson, Nevada, on former rail-beds, natural desert flood washes, and walking paths used by explorers. Its frequent steep inclines resulted in the full trail only being accessible by those who were especially physically fit. On this late afternoon, under a vividly blue and cloudless sky, there were a few others enjoying the trail, and Gustavo and Makena worked to blend among them by acting like hikers.
They neared a sharp bend, hundreds of feet downhill from the grand stucco mansion where Zachary was supp
