As the door hissed closed behind them and the bus rumbled away, they walked across Avenida 15 de Junio with their fellow passengers, but instead of continuing straight to the bridge with everybody else, Scott and Benny stopped at the edge of the fan-shaped service plaza at the foot of the bridge. The plaza was crowded with people, most of them headed north. The bridge itself was a thousand feet long, with four traffic lanes and two pedestrian walkways. Scott had heard or read somewhere that it was actually the fourth bridge built at that location, the first three having been destroyed by floods. Right now the Rio Grande was little more than a wide creek. You could wade across it, which is exactly what a few thousand people did every day. Benny nodded at a bank of payphones. "I need to check on Rosalita and make sure Maria can pick her up after school." Scott pointed toward a cash exchange booth, a cambio, on the other side of the service plaza.
