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Investments until last December, when he croaked. Dude was like the forty-ninth-richest human on the planet. Says she’s a member of the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence; there’s a photo of her on Fox News.”
    Twist slapped his forehead. “She’s in charge of our spies.”
    “Merry Christmas and happy birthday,” Cruz said. “Now let’s get out of here before the FBI arrives.” He surveyed the room. “If you guys pack, I’ll wipe everything down.”
    Fenfang: “Wipe?”
    “Fingerprints,” he said. He turned to Shay and asked, “Where’s the phone she used?”
    “It’s the one I bought this morning,” Shay said.
    Cruz took it from her, got the steel bolt cutters, and used them to snap it in half. The others watched, caught a little off guard by the destruction, though X, standing next to Cruz, seemed completely calm about it. Cruz said, “We won’t make the mistake of using it again.”
    “Where we going?” Odin asked.
    Twist was already on the iPad, looking at maps. “Las Vegas. We can be there in seven hours.”
    “Why Vegas?” Cade asked as he began gathering up computer gear.
    “Because it’s big and it’s full of tourists coming and going and it has about a million motels,” said Twist. “Plus, it’s only about four hours from L.A., where we’ve got help if we need it.”
    “Maybe we should dump the Jeep,” Cade said. “West’s plates could give us away.”
    “I’d like to keep it if we can,” said Shay, and Twist heard the slight choke in her voice. “It’s got some capabilities you don’t have in a Camry. No offense, Toyota.”
    Cruz caught Shay’s eye and spoke to her directly: “Plates won’t be a problem. I’ll take care of it.”
    They were ready to go in ten minutes. Cruz, the tattooed, muscular ex–gang member, sounding like a mom—“Don’t touch that. Don’t touch that,
Jesucristo,
don’t touch that!”—and wiping behind them.
    “Fenfang’s awfully visible,” Odin said. The Chinese girl was watching them all from the bed, still barefoot and wrapped in the dead-gray hospital smock.
    “Wig shop,” Shay said. “I’ll go in; her head’s about the same size as mine. Then we’ll stop at a mall—I saw one on my way here. Anybody needs anything, we can get it there.”
    “I’ll need to swing by the airport,” said Cruz.
    Shay tilted her head at him, but Twist understood the purpose right away and answered: “Plates.” Cruz nodded and Twist said, “Okay, then, who’s driving what?”
    Cruz, X, and Shay took the Jeep, headed for Reno-Tahoe International, while the others, in the sedan and the pickup, drove to the mall.
    —
    The second level of the airport garage was long-term parking; Shay cruised it until they spotted another Jeep Rubicon, but Cruz said, “Keep going.”
    “Why?”
    “Because it has Nevada plates. If we look, we’ll find one from California.”
    “Why California?”
    “Because we’ve got California plates,” he said. “If we stick with the same state, it’ll take the owner of the other car longer to notice the change.”
    They found a California Rubicon in the next row. Cruz changed out the plates and climbed back in.
    The next stop was fast and expensive. They paid four hundred dollars for a jet-black natural-hair wig that fit snugly over Shay’s thick, chin-length hair. Shay said that her mother had lost her hair to chemotherapy and didn’t want to go anywhere until she had some hair back.
    “She doesn’t have to be embarrassed, honey,” said the nice lady who ran the shop. “We deal with this all the time. We’ve put wigs on the showgirls here, and nobody ever knew.”
    —
    When they got to the shopping center, they found Cade, Odin, and Twist leaning against the pickup. Cruz pulled into a parking space as close as he could, and Shay and X climbed out, with Cruz a few steps behind them. “Where’s Fenfang?” Shay asked.
    Twist poked a thumb toward the Camry. “Trying her new clothes.”
    Shay leaned