Marisa watched him. When he hung up, she said, "What are we doing?"

"Why don't you use my computer to figure out how to get to your home? We can send the directions to my phone after, okay?"

"Your phone works here?"

"I have an international plan. I used to travel a lot."

"Okay." She crossed the room to his laptop.

He dialed the concierge and asked for a rental car. The concierge apologized profusely but said they were hard to come by. "Maybe tomorrow?"

Nate hung up. No cars. This was a problem.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing." He could hire a taxi or buy a car. Or maybe... He called Luis. After explaining who he was, he said, "I'll give you five hundred dollars if you let me borrow your car overnight."

"I drive you," the taxi driver said. "Where you want to go?"

Nate didn't want to explain the situation to Luis, and he didn't want to tell the man where they were going. No need to expose Marisa's home, in case she was ever able to return there.

"You remember the pretty lady we met at the chapel?"

"Muy hermoso. Very beautiful."

"Well, I sort of have a romantic evening planned, but I can't seem to get a rental car."

More finagling, but Luis finally agreed when Nate promised to have it back to him by seven in the morning. He didn't mention that he'd probably be leaving it at the airport. For five hundred dollars, Luis could manage a little inconvenience.

When he hung up, Marisa said, "Are you going to tell me what the plan is?"

"We're going to get your passport. We're on a flight tomorrow morning." He paused, closed his eyes, and said, "Is your passport still valid?"

"Sí. I renewed it before it expired."

He blew out a long breath. "Thank God."

"You believe in God?"

He went into the bathroom and filled his shaving kit. He returned and threw it in the suitcase.

"Do you?" she asked.

"I don't know. Right now, I..." He looked around. Was he missing anything?

His phone charger. He unplugged it and stared at it. His phone was almost dead, but they didn't have time to charge it. He'd have to buy a car charger in the store in the lobby—if they had one.

"Your phone won't work."

He looked up. "What?"

"Once we get out of Acapulco, it probably won't work. The service is spotty. Maybe we can print these directions."

Seemed he wouldn't need a charger after all.

"Figure out how to print them. Call the concierge if you need to." Not that he couldn't do it in half the time the way she was moving, but he needed to keep her busy.

"Okay." She made the call, and he finished packing. When she hung up, she told him where the printers were located.