25 Parallel Parking and World-Class Margaritas Luz I made her come in so I could take a look at her. Not bad. Long black dress with a high Chinese collar but open enough to hint at a bit of cleavage and a red stone pendant hanging around her throat with earrings to match. Low heeled boots. That was good in case we had to run. “You’ll do. In fact, Barrientos likely never saw anyone like you.” She gave my compliment the evil eye. My outfit was what I had—dark blue silk pants and blouse, silver and turquoise jewelry that came from my grandmother. “Come here, Smack.” I clipped the leash to the dog’s collar. “We’re taking the dog?” she asked. Now she really looked nervous. “Right. When we get to Mexican customs, you tell them I’m blind.” I slipped on dark glasses and grabbed my cane. The rest of my protective gear was in my purse—a roll of duct tape. “Say I never go anywhere without the dog, and Martino’s is expecting the three of us. People coming over for dinner are good for the economy.
