The last thing Benny said to me was, "You can't run far enough." But the Feds disappeared us down a desert trail to this antiseptic suburb where it's been years and years of so far, so good. Sand hills and saguaro, tacos instead of cheesesteaks. She's rock solid, Susan is, even tends a garden of rocks, for chrissake. Me, I'm still jumpy about strange cars, twitchy when a UPS truck cruises the neighborhood.

Audio reading by Victor D. Sandiego