Dust from their tires rolled over the car as it stopped on the side of a graded dirt road, thirty minutes outside of the tiny town of Zaragoza, Mexico.
“This is it.” Nio zoomed in on the map. “I don’t see any roads that take us closer.”
“How far in?”
“About 1.5 kilometers.”
Quinn opened his door. “Looks like we’re going on a hike.”
Rusted barbed wire separat…
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