Chapter 25Puerto Peñasco, Mexico, 2006It took every ounce of strength that Cary possessed to keep himself from running over and snatching up the kids right at that instant.
It was the first he'd seen them since before Crystal had whisked them away from the trailer in West Virginia. The memory of them was the only thing that had kept him going through the long and grueling trip down to Mexico.
Now, they were only a few yards away, looking just as he'd remembered. Glo was a skinny ten-year-old with a long face and shoulder-length silky brown hair. Six-year-old Late was already almost as tall as Glo, with knobby knees and a head of loose, black curls.
They were his kids, all right. All he had to do was call out, and they'd come running to him.
But he knew he had to continue to hide be
