It took several days, hours of talking to park rangers, and three more tsunamis before the two located their marks. It didn’t take much to ID them. They had a detailed description. Brothers, about six years apart in age. Reportedly from the Dominican Republic. Similar hair styles. Dark eyes. Plain T-shirts and jeans. Nothing particularly strange or exciting.
But in the middle of rural America, their attempts to blend in were largely unsuccessful. They spoke in Spanish to each other, according to the safe house volunteer who conveyed the description. And more importantly, they kept to themselves in a place where everyone knew each other. They were outsiders, coming to this part of Michigan for a very specific purpose, and literally making waves while they were here. Their strangeness made
