She smothered the phone with her hand and answered without checking the incoming number. It was four o’clock in the morning.“Hello? Who is it?”“It’s Flip.”“Flip, it’s awfully early to be calling me.”“I got to talk to you.”Cristina sat up in bed. With one ear she listened out for the sound of Freddie’s feet hitting the floor, walking the short distance down the hall to her room, but it was quiet. If she was lucky, he was still deeply asleep. “What do you want to talk about?”“I saw something tonight. I saw a guy get killed.”Now Cristina was fully awake. It was not chill in the bedroom, but her skin prickled. She slipped out of bed and found her robe. The little bit of light coming through the bedroom window was enough to see by. “Who? Where did this happen?”“In Juárez.”“You were in Juárez again? You can’t keep crossing like that, Flip.”“I didn’t have a choice!”“Tell me everything from the beginning.”She listened as Flip told the tale.
