Twenty-Seven
Tuesday, March 23, 5:58 P.M. CST
Coxen Hole
Thomas followed the directions exactly but passed Eva’s address the first time. The compact house was on a curve in the road, wedged between others on the crowded street. He stepped up onto the wraparound porch and knocked twice.
Romina opened the front door and appraised him with sharp eyes. After a moment her pinched lips broke into a cautious smile. “Buenas noches. She’s almost ready. Come in.”
A girl came sliding in socked feet down the tiled hall. “Hi, I’m Soledad,” she said with an outstretched arm. “I guess you’re Thomas.”
Thomas experienced a moment of déjà vu. The girl looked strikingly like Eva had when Thomas first met her on the Mosquito Coast. The main difference was that instead of Eva’s emerald eyes, this girl ha
