Arrangements were made. The awful part was, I couldn’t even take my children their extra clothes and the toys and games they’d need to keep them occupied during the time they’d be spending with Lucas and Margot. If Joaquin Escobar had somehow managed to get his spies anywhere close, it would be too obvious if Connor and I took another trip up to Flagstaff so soon after the last one.
That was why my cousin Ali, who was eighteen and who would be starting at Northern Pines University in Flagstaff in the fall, took the trunk full of Ian and Emily’s belongings to them. “I’ve been going back and forth anyway,” she told me, “getting paperwork handled, looking for an apartment. It’s not going to look suspicious if I run back up there for an afternoon. I can drop everything off for you, and no one
