shows up. Friday, right?”
Lea wondered how to tell Ernesta about the shooting and, well, everything.
“Are you well enough to go out?” Lea asked.
“I think so. The cold medicine is helping. Listen, somebody cracked our water pipe outside the trailer, so they had to shut it off. Can we use your trailer to take a shower?”
“Sure. You know where the extra key is?”
“Yup. Thanks.”
“Ernesta?”
“Yeah?”
“I need to talk to you. Tell you what happened today.”
“Sure. Nita is out getting us tacos. Come by for dinner.”
“All right.”
Ernesta disconnected and Lea put away her phone.
The border patrol officer took a call and glanced at her as he spoke. “Good. We’re on our way.” He covered the receiver. “Your ride is here.”
Lea rose and the officer followed, standing behind his desk as he returned the phone to the cradle.
“I’ll walk you out.”
She trailed along beside Mulhay, through the maze of hallways and finally out the main entrance of the new Cardon Station. This was the federal government’s answer to the increase in illegal immigration. Though how building a larger detention and processing center addressed the issue she didn’t know, unless it was because they now had a larger morgue and an entire refrigerated tractor-trailer fleet to keep the bodies cool.
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