Two days later, the agents returned to my hotel room. Miguel had been arrested at the airport in Dallas as he attempted to board a flight to a country with no extradition treaty. He had realized something was wrong when I didn’t answer his calls the previous evening, and he had tried to flee.
The agent told me that when they searched him, they found a notebook with a checklist. The very first item on his list was to replace the mattress.
Sitting alone in the quiet hotel room, I looked out at the Phoenix skyline. The smell that had haunted me for three months was finally gone, but the emptiness it left behind was vast. The truth had indeed destroyed everything I thought I knew, but as I took a deep, clean breath of fresh air, I knew that the deception was finally over. I was finally free from the rot beneath the surface.
