“All the time. He’s still doing Mexico’s Scariest Places. It’s really popular, and he’s actually thinking of doing some episodes set in the US. There’s this mansion in California with over a hundred rooms he was talking about. It was built by the widow of the guy who invented the Winchester rifle, and it’s supposedly haunted by a bunch of ghosts. He wanted me to ask you if you would be in his show.”

“No way in hell.”

She laughed. “He said you would say that. But, yeah, he told me Eliza’s last name. I did a search, and imagine my surprise when Elizaveta Grechko-Goff turned up!”

“Yeah, well…” I shrugged. “She was going to be sent back to Russia to work in a pre-World War Two ammunitions factory, so I decided to help her out with a green card.”

Elizaveta glowered. “Funny, Jack.”

“Anyway, she and I got in touch,” Rosa said. “And I decided instead of her telling you I was moving to the States, maybe I would keep it a surprise. After all, it’s been almost ten years. What’s another few months?” She smiled. “So here I am.”

“Here indeed,” I said. “So how have you been? I mean, after Xochimilco, you just sort of disappeared. I asked about you. I asked the cops and stuff. But they wouldn’t tell me anything.”

“My mom didn’t want me involved in the media circus that followed. She was really upset about my brother. We moved to France to be with my father, and we stayed there until I was fifteen.”

I said, “I’m sorry about Miguel, Rosa.”

She nodded. “Thank you, Jack. It’s strange, you know. I was so young. I barely knew him. Sometimes now I can’t even remember what he looks like. But at the same time, he’s still such an important part of me. I think about him all the time. I just wish, you know, that I actually did know him, or could get the chance to…” She shook her head. “Anyway, I’m not here to talk about Miguel. I’m here to see you guys. And to…I never told you this…but I wanted to say thank you. That night on the island…it was pretty fucked up, pardon the language. I still remember you finding me under the bed, Jack. I was so scared. I thought you were a ghost at first.”

“You seemed pretty brave.”

“Because I was too young to know better. But if it weren’t for you guys, both of you, I probably wouldn’t be here right now. I mean, I don’t think María would have done anything to me. But I was eight. I just don’t think…I’m not sure I would have…coped for long.” She wiped a tear that had sprung to her eye. “God, that was harder than I thought it would be!”