After throwing his bank cards and phone into the Santa Cruz River, he crossed the border at Nogales without incident. He drove for three and a half hours to Hermosillo with his remaining cash tucked into a back pocket.
He resisted a desire to call his mother from one of the public buildings and decided on a new name. He next set his mind on the business of destroying his automobile.
Hermosillo was an impressive city and surely possessed a chop shop. Once he had that finished, he’d have all the time in the world to begin his new life.