“How many miles to the border?” He asked.
“Not sure. Maybe two,” She said.
“Will he be waiting for us?”
“That’s the plan.”
“How’s your forearm?” He asked.
“It’s just a flesh wound,” She said.
“That was a close call. Are you worried?”
“Would it help? Let’s get over the border first and then we can worry.”
He looked over at her. “I tend to be overcautious.”
“Perhaps a little paranoid. Fuck…I mean …you know how politicians are.”
He slowed the car as they neared the crossing. A man in a uniform appeared.
“Is that him?”
“Yeah. We’re on time to the exact minute.”
The man in the uniform smiled when he saw her in the passenger seat.
“May I see your passports…you filled out the health forms etc. etc.?”
“Yeah. All forms are complete.” She said as she handed me the stuff that I handed over to him.
He skimmed through them quickly and nodded indicating to meet him in an hour at a certain place, presenting a card with a name and address on it.
Within the hour the two of them were at the place and noticed he was sitting in a pew towards the back.
“Traffic is heavy. I know all the shortcuts to St. Francis of Assisi.”
“Let me get in first.” She half-smiled..
As we sat several feet from the officer, he looked over measuring us and then focusing on her. “I like the new look. Does your ‘husband’ or family members know?”
“God. No!” She then looked over at her partner whose eyebrows had risen. “I thought you’d have known. Last night?”
“Know? We met online a month ago and formally twenty-four ago. I admit last night was very nice but not much was said, and lights were turned off the entire time we were in the room.”
“Sorry.” She then reached up and took off the long blond wig to reveal that she was a short-haired brunette.”
“Jesus!” His voice echoed in the near empty church.
The officer grinned. “Nice to see you again Senator and welcome to Mexico your new home.”