A 12-year-old girl spotted a single altered digit on his license plate… then quietly whispered, “Follow me.”

fear came back.

Then she ran.

Tomás retrieved the gray jacket from a storage bin. You pulled it on over your shirt, then grabbed a wide-brim gardening hat and lowered it over your face.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Giving the driver a reason to wait.”

You moved along the side path, head low, walking like one of the groundskeepers. At the main entrance,continue reading …