Dulzura, California sang along with Sam Cooke as if the angels had never left town.
Two men in dark suits emerged from the navy-blue van. They approached the six golfers and invited them to get in for a ride back to the resort.
The golfers were happy to be on their way.
Their bags of clubs were left behind.
Off in Dulzura, California, the distant voice of Sam Cooke rose and fell on an acrid wind that curled across the Otay Mesa.
