She was simply grateful he was taking her into the mountains, where no tiger could find her. Salvador had sounded surprised when she’d called and confessed a change of heart. She’d slept only three hours, cell phone in hand, front desk number entered, chair propped under the doorknob. “You seem stressed.” Salvador shifted gears. “Shy,” Anna said. “That is something new.” He smiled, friendly, teasing, cute. “You are nice to do this.” She couldn’t think what to say next. She wanted to fall into his lap, confess everything, but he would want her to turn over the mask to Mexican authorities. He would make no distinction between her father and Thomas Malone. She checked the side mirror. No Tiger. “Someone had to rescue you,” he said. “Also, I wanted to show you the mountains.” For a change, Anna said what she was thinking.
