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Guatemalan PNC agents buzzed from vehicle to vehicle as local children led travelers up and down dirty sidewalks from building to building.
Anna glanced at the clock on the dash, thumb tapping the steering wheel. Felix would be helping Vicente and Diego on the bus right now. They’d suffer through the school day, counting down the minutes until they could barge into Spike’s office, fight over Xbox controllers, and spill sticky drinks on the floor. What all kids their age should be doing. Not out here hustling for tips at the c***k of dawn.
Anna rolled down her window, humidity flooding the cab as she flagged over a boy with a mop of brown hair. “You do coffee deliveries?”
He shook his head. She shrugged and handed him a twenty anyway. He grinned like she was his hero. The same wa
