Chapter 78
they offered us witness protection. new names, new social security numbers, and a fabricated history in a quiet town where no one asked questions. it was the only way to ensure the surviving cartel loyalists wouldn't track us down. i signed the paperwork without hesitation. when it came to leo, the state had no living relatives to place him with. the fbi agent slid a separate manila folder across the table. it was an emergency adoption decree. "he saved our lives," i told the agent, signing my new, unfamiliar name on the dotted line. "he's my son now." as we left the federal building, the news monitors in the lobby were flashing breaking headlines about the largest organized crime bust in american history. mark's face was plastered on the screen. i didn't stop to look.
