Chapter 5Rhys stalked out of the improvised classroom in the Albuquerque office building where the border patrol had regional offices, his sharp steps betraying impatience. He juggled his notebook, a certificate for completing the class, and his cell phone, which he fumbled to turn on with one hand.
One pressing question dominated his thoughts. Has Liam called? The students had been required to turn off their phones while in class, but when he remembered how tense his friend had sounded in their conversation the previous evening, he could not suppress a nagging worry. Even though Liam had insisted everything was fine, some inner sense told Rhys things were anything but fine. He’d learned to trust his hunches. They very rarely proved wrong.
No messages and no missed calls. s**t. He shoved
