Chapter 8Oscar closed the file. The plane was descending. He put down the screen and slipped the computer in the bag at his feet. An attendant came by and checked the rows.
When Oscar opened the shade, Los Angeles stretched out before him, and he couldn’t believe how much it had grown, all the way from the ocean to the mountain pass.
He put the customs form in his pocket. To the question about carrying more than $10,000, he’d answered no. If time permitted, he would have gone to the bank and purchased another eight thousand US dollars, to go with the two thousand he already had.
He couldn’t bring more than that without triggering an additional form, which he didn’t fancy. It drew too much attention. Then the authorities would likely want to know the source of his funds.
He could hardly
