The streets of Little Village are just waking up when Baltazar Enriquez, with his still-wet black hair slicked back, walks briskly out of his house. He clears papers and a blow horn out of the back seat of his grey SUV before sliding into the driver’s seat.

As he drives, his phone is abuzz with messages. Federal immigration agents are moving through the nearby suburbs. They’ve targeted Little Village and were in the area the day before. “They are probably coming here next,” Enriquez concludes.

Enriquez pulls up to a brown brick apartment building and dials a phone number.

“Buenos días, vengo a recoger a la niña para la escuela.” Enriquez announces he’s there to pick up the girl for school.

“Sí,” a man with a gruff voice says. “Un momento.”

Soon, a baby-faced 12-year-old in grey sweats

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