Carol and Greg—Jane’s favorite confidants within the Storm Troupe—had urged her to stay as simple as possible. Forget any romantic ninja break-and-enter muscle stuff. That kind of stunt hardly ever worked, even when the U.S. Army tried it. It was smarter just to show up in Nuevo Laredo in person, whip out a nicely untraceable electronic debit card, and tell the night guard that it was Alejandro Unger out the door, or No hay dinero. Chances were that the guard would spring Alex in exchange for, say, three months’ salary, local rates. Everybody could pretend later that the kid had escaped the building under his own power. That scheme was nice and straightforward. It was pretty hard to prosecute criminally. And if it ended up in a complete collapse and debacle and embarrassment, then it would look a lot better, later.