tip about the meeting with Santiago had come up through the streets, first surfacing as a rumor of a cartel boss seeking to establish a new channel for methamphetamine trafficking into Michoacan, the state that bordered Jalisco, to the south.
Both Julio and Ignacio answered their cell phones and agreed to meet at headquarters in two hours. They both showed up wearing hats and sunglasses, with the diminutive Julio sheltered beneath the folds of a hooded sweatshirt. It wasn’t unknown for the cartels to hire private detectives to take photos of everyone going into headquarters, so both men avoided it as much as possible. But a summons from the boss couldn’t be ignored, so here they were — sitting in Cruz’s office, along with his sidekick, Briones.
Cruz laid out the meat of Santiago’s claim, and instructed them to try to get intel on a contract killing commission targeting the President. He told them to search for a conduit to
Julio asked to see the interrogation report. He read it carefully before placing it on Cruz’s desk. “If this is genuine, I can tell you where the assassination attempt will take place,” he said blithely.
“Really? And how would you know that?” Briones asked. He had always thought the little man pompous and arrogant, although he was undoubtedly a brilliant detective.
“Simple. The only place I can think of where the American president and ours will be together is at the G-20 conference. It’s obvious. At least, to me,” Julio explained. He shot Briones a smug look of superiority.
“How…where did you get that information?” Briones countered, smelling a rat.
“I have friends all over, and one hears things,” Julio replied mysteriously. The truth was less dramatic.
“Shit,” Cruz exclaimed. “If that’s true, you’re probably right. That’s…what, five or so weeks away? In Cabo San Lucas?”
“Actually,” Julio said. “The location’s in San Jose Del Cabo. They’ve been hard at work building a conference center for the last seven months — there’s a late May deadline.”
“How do you know all that off the top of your head?” Cruz asked.
Julio decided to come clean. “My cousin got shipped over there to help. He’s a civil engineer working on the security systems and presentation equipment for the conference. They’ve got a crew of six thousand trying to get the project completed — it’s been a train wreck to date, with all the usual incompetence and corruption. I hear about it from my sister almost every week when she calls. It’s about the worst kept secret in Mexico by now, and that’s saying a lot…”
“That’s ominous,” Cruz observed. “We have Santiago claiming he’s going to take out two of the most heavily protected heads of state in the world, and the summit taking place a short plane ride from Mexico City in a little over a month, with the U.S. president in attendance? That’s a little too coincidental for comfort…”
Julio looked at each of the men in turn. “I think we need to treat this as a genuine threat. Santiago’s cartel has more than enough money to hire
“I agree. Put a task force together on this,” Cruz said. “I want to know everything you get, no matter how seemingly inconsequential. There has to be a way to find this
Ignacio — aka ‘Nacho’ — shook his head and frowned. “Forgive my ignorance, but what is the G-20? Why are both presidents going to be there?”
“It’s a financial summit held every year, where the world’s finance ministers meet to discuss economic issues,” Julio told him.
“So, why is the President going to be there?”
“Because it’s a national honor that it’s being hosted in Mexico,” Julio answered, patiently. “It’s a really big deal. And the American president is planning to show up at the opening ceremony as a sign of solidarity between Mexico and the U.S.. That’s the only event that will bring the U.S. president to Mexico this year that I know of, so it’s a safe bet that if
“Then we have a serious problem,” Nacho said, back in his area of expertise. “
“He isn’t a ghost, Nacho,” Cruz corrected. “He’s flesh and blood, which means he can be stopped. He’s not a magician, he doesn’t have superpowers, and he can’t fly. I’m not saying it will be simple, but I’ve taken down enough big swinging dicks to know that no matter how much positive press they’ve gotten, they all bleed just like we do…”
Julio held up his hands. “Fair enough, but it’s not going to be easy. This is a smart, savvy professional, and he’s probably got loads of money from his hits. That means he can hide forever if he wants. But I agree that he has to have a network, which means somebody has to know about it. We should talk to the
“Well, I’ve heard the same thing, but you never know. Maybe they cranked up the heat after
“Did you see the footage of the shooting? I swear it looked like
“We’re all familiar with it,” Cruz cut in. “But the point of this meeting is to ensure the same thing doesn’t happen to the President. And imagine the consequences if the American president was killed on Mexican soil — it could start an invasion…and I’m not exaggerating. At the very least, it would destroy Mexico in the eyes of the world, as well as our relationship with the United States. The more I think about this, the more I believe we need to treat this as a genuine threat and take appropriate steps. I want you to give it top priority, am I clear?”
The men all nodded. The stakes were obvious.
They had to find
Chapter 5
The man reclined in the dilapidated dentist chair as the tattoo artist poured ink into small plastic cups. The walls were painted a lurid burgundy, with swirls of black intermingled to create a gothic effect. Dim lighting was provided by tin pails hanging upside down from the ceiling, with light fixtures mounted within them. On the street outside, a boisterous group of drunk revelers made their way to one of the clubs on the main drag; loud peals of female laughter were punctuated by slurred male
The man guessed they’d been fishing all day, given the distinctive pale outline where their sunglasses had rested on their faces. Fishing, of course, being a euphemism for guzzling beer and tequila while going for a boat ride. This was the typical weekend crowd, in town to let their hair down and misbehave like they couldn’t back