The jeep pulled up at a hacienda just down the block from the residence where Teresa worked. We climbed out and Fede dismissed the driver. We waited until the jeep pulled away—then immediately made for the hacienda of Teresa’s employers. Rafael knocked on the door that Teresa had answered during our last visit, but there was no response. The house was entirely dark, and my cyberear could detect no sounds of motion inside. It did, however, pick up the sound of an engine on a nearby street. Since the military controlled the streets, I concluded that a patrol was nearby—and approaching swiftly. Time to move.