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THE HOTEL WATCHMAN, EATING HIS breakfast, turned to them as they came in.

“I wouldn’t go out into the desert at night again,” he said.

This really is a small town, Chris thought. Everybody knows what you’re doing.

“It’s dangerous in the desert at night,” the guard explained. “That’s when the coyotes come out, and the snakes. They can’t stand the heat of the day, so they do their hunting after the sun goes down.”

“We were looking for our angels,” Paulo said.

The watchman thought that the man didn’t speak English very well. What he had said didn’t make sense. Angels! Perhaps he’d meant something else.

The two finished their coffee quickly. Paulo’s “contact” had set their meeting for early in the morning.