At Phoenix Airport, Redondo, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, waited at the arrivals gate.
He felt the sunglasses and cap were a bit much. This wasn't Italy; no one would recognize him here.
Just then, a familiar figure appeared at the passenger exit.
Also wearing sunglasses, with flowing brown hair tied back by a headband, he pushed a luggage cart and strode out.
He had clearly spotted Redondo as well and waved immediately.
When they met, they looked at each other and simply gave a slight nod.
Redondo turned to embrace Batty's wife, Irina, and asked how their children were.
"They're doing well." Irina didn't let go of Redondo right away, whispering a "thank you" in his ear.
As Batty's wife, she knew her husband's condition better than anyone.
