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Courtney handed the phone to Logan. He looked at the blank screen, then handed it back to her.
“Once we get a signal in town, I’ll use the code to access the reserve battery power.”
Courtney placed the phone in his bag, then handed him his shoes and shirt. She reached back inside the boat to grab both duffels, then nodded to the east.
“There’s a road less than a mile away that runs parallel to the shore. A bus travels from Tijuana to towns south of Ensenada. We should be able to catch the one coming north.”
She handed him his bag, and they walked toward the slight incline that would lead them from the beach to the vacant land between towns in this part of the Baja Peninsula.
“Is there a bus stop out here in the middle of nowhere?” Logan squinted north and south, not seeing much be
