On the drive back to Tijuana, there was a government checkpoint. “Check it out, I’m going to look suspicious so they give you a hard time,” I said. I made a point to look directly at the officer and then away, as though I had something to hide. The man in uniform approached the window, asked Arturo some questions in Spanish, and peeked behind him into the vehicle. When he let us pass, I said, “See? I told you I’d make him come over – it’s all in the shifty eyes.”
Arturo said, “They always do that.”
When I expressed my disappointment with an exaggerated huff, Arturo didn't look concerned. He just smiled and continued driving.