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They ended up renting a four-wheel-drive Toyota truck, mostly because the man at the rental agency had shaken his head and told Cassandra in rapid-fire Spanish, “Where you’re going, you’ll need four-wheel-drive.”
Which was why she was driving now — El Salvador obviously didn’t have any regulations about self-piloting cars, unlike the United States, which mandated their use on the highway — with Tony doing his best to navigate with his phone from the passenger seat. At least their carrier had a signal here, which was a minor miracle neither one of them wanted to investigate too closely.
She’d grown up with four-wheel-drive, had been off-roading since before she even had a learner’s permit. Tony had just sort of shrugged helplessly when she asked him if he wanted to get behind the whee
