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Transformations
Rafe
He barreled down Bishop’s Lodge Road heading out of Santa Fe, the warning light on the dashboard flashing at him, scolding him for using manual control in a restricted area. Rafe knew he was probably picking up a new speeding ticket every time he passed an automated checkpoint, but right then he couldn’t give a rat’s ass. He’d gladly pay the fines, and as for the black marks on his record, well, those could get quietly erased. Just another perk of being a Castillo.
The name kept dancing in front of his eyes, taunting him, tormenting him.
Simon Luis Escobar.
How the hell could Joaquin Escobar have had a son that age? Rafe supposed Simon could have been born outside the United States, just like Escobar’s evil witch daughter, the one who’d been responsible for a
