Chapter 29Puerto Peñasco, Mexico, 2006The flaming clothesline pole looked like a burning cross in the back yard of the seaside cottage.
Cary didn't notice the resemblance until he'd set the fire and hidden well clear of it behind a sand dune. The pole, with its crosspiece three quarters of the way up, looked like something the KKK might have lit on a hilltop in the deep South.
The image gave Cary a guilty shiver, but he wasn't about to undo what he'd done. Finally, after the thousands of miles of travel and all the planning and waiting, he was on the verge of getting his kids back. The plan was in motion.
Step One: Create a diversion.
Now, if he could just keep El Yucatango from screwing everything up. At that very moment, instead of holding his position on the opposite side of th
