It was a twelve-hour drive from Santa Fe to Pasadena, but Cassandra said it would be better if they went straight through and didn’t stop. “We can take turns if we have to,” she said, and Tony reluctantly agreed. There was less chance of any interference by either the Castillos or the de la Pazes if the two of them only stopped for food and bathroom breaks, rather than finding someplace to crash at the midway point of the journey. And while almost all cars were self-driving now, the law required that someone still be behind the wheel in case of system failure. It wasn’t as though he and Cassandra could get cozy in the back seat while the car did all the work.
When they passed the border between New Mexico and Arizona, and he spotted the big sign with the striking blue and yellow sun-rays
