Luis tightened the last strap on his duffel bag and gave himself a small glance in the dusty mirror propped up in the corner of Hank’s small and cluttered shop.

The bruises on his face had begun to fade, but the fire in his chest burned even more.

He was even more determined to find Ariel, and he knew just where to start from.

“Gracias for everything, Hank,” he said, hoisting the bag over his shoulder.

Hank gave a tight nod from behind the counter, folding his arms. “Are you sure you’re ready to go out there again?”

Luis nodded. “I didn’t come all the way to Las Vegas to...