Chapter 2Despite Mason’s hesitance to travel to Mexico for the Cinco de Mayo celebrations, he did quite like the house of Miguel’s family. His great-great grandfather had built it the year the railroad came to Puebla, over one hundred and twenty years earlier. As far as Mason could tell, the house hadn’t changed much since then. It wasn’t an imposing structure, but it seemed bent under the weight of its years and its history. It was also deceptively silent. It looked like a slumbering giant, and Mason knew in just twenty-four hours, it would begin to grow fat with relatives and friends. They’d sleep on the porch and on the floor as they prepared for their fiesta.
Mason followed Miguel through the front door, and let his breath out in a sigh when they entered the empty foyer. He knew Anton
