They shook and he left for his room. He quickly gathered his things, walked out, scanned the parking lot, then opened the door to Rory’s room. She was sitting on the bed. “Let’s go,” he told her. She rose and joined him outside. He gestured at the stairs and they hurried down. He pointed, “This way.” She didn’t move. “Your motorcycle is this way,” she said, pointing in the opposite direction. God, women! Never just trust and go along. There’s always a discussion. “We’re not taking the bike.” “Why not?” “They’ll be looking for it. We wouldn’t get fifty miles.” “But we’re only miles from Hermosillo, aren’t we?” “About sixty but the consulate won’t be open for hours. Even if we make the city, we’ll have to dodge the local cops. The minute one spots my bike, it’s Game Over.” “We can—”
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