“Pharmacy?” one of them called as Myla and David walked by.
Myla shook her head. Others called out too. She scanned their faces, looking for Juan.
They walked by a curio shop. “Come in, this way. This way. We’ll give you a good price.”
Myla ducked into the shop.
“No customers today,” the man said. “No money, no tacos. I’ve got a wife and two kids. You want to buy something? Name it.”
“Have you seen this man?” Myla asked in Spanish. She pulled out the photo of Juan and showed it to the man. “He’s not in trouble. His wife and daughter are worried about him.”
“No, no,” the man said. “What about a purse? You need a new purse. I’ll give you a good price.”
“No, gracias,” she said.
Myla walked through the crowded store. Curios hung from the ceiling and were packed into every part of the b
