Chapter 57

Customs was a breeze. I’d basically tossed some swim trunks, a pair of sandals, and a grip of condoms into a backpack then jumped into a taxi—the only thing I had to “declare” was my need for Colin, and when I told the border guard my reason for visiting Mexico, the tilt of her knowing eyebrow told me no such declaration was necessary. She winked when she handed me back my passport, and I bolted for the taxi stand.