The sun beat down, bright and warmer than the day before, just as the newscast they’d watched the night before had warned them. Cassandra took off her jacket and pushed up the sleeves of her shirt, thinking she might have to buy some summer clothes while she was here. If it was this warm in Temecula, what would it be like in Tijuana…in El Salvador?
They were waiting in the parking lot of an empty office park so they could get Tony’s fake passport. The guy was supposed to be here ten minutes ago, but so far there was no sign of him.
“What if he doesn’t show up?” Tony asked. He, too, had pushed up his sleeves, showing off a pair of nicely browned, muscular forearms.
Cassandra tore her gaze away from his arms and pretended to be scanning the parking lot. Not that there was much to see; it
