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They arrived in San Antonio after dark. Matt chose a mid-size motel where there would be much coming and going and where he could park outside the room. Darcy was asleep before the 10:00 pm news was on.
She didn't wake up until 8:30 the next morning. Matt was dressed and ready to roll.
"Where are you going, Matt?"
"You're hungry, right?"
"Yes!"
"I thought so. But you said yesterday you wanted to stay out of sight as much as you could, right? So why don't I go get us breakfast, and also scout out the address where your interview is this afternoon? That might save us time later. San Antonio is awful confusing to a country boy like me."
He was back in an hour with a bag of taquitos and salsa. She had nearly finished one before he had sugared his coffee.
"Matt, this is good!"
"Yeah, those are fresh tortillas. They're not as good as my Grandma Reyes', but they'll do. There's another in there for you. Hey, Darcy," he continued, "I found that address. It was a house. I thought it'd be a television studio. Are you sure it's the right address?"
"Wow, this salsa is great, too!" she said, her mouth full. "Yes, it's a house. I asked the man who arranged it to try to keep it quiet until it was broadcast. Maybe we can do it and leave before anyone knows we were here. What makes this salsa taste different?"
"Probably the fresh cilantro—it's an herb, chopped up leaves from a plant. It’s super popular in the local TexMex food."
She smiled and dug into the white paper bag for the remaining taquito.
