The house looks expensive from the outside. All stucco and glass. I knock twice, then EZ-pick the lock and push the side door to the kitchen open. We’re good at this now. Ephraim moves to the beeping security system and punches in the codes. I move to the phone to wait for the call, if it comes. ...
Temperature in the eighties. Hot, dry winds coming out of the west, Aliento del Diablo—Devil’s Breath—blowing dust and palm fronds everywhere. Fine for tourists with nothing better to do than go to the beach in their air-conditioned cars but brutal for men working construction. Even the boss, Mig...