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Massage Parlor located in the center of town.
    Maggie, a charming Senorita with perky breasts and long eyelashes, welcomes me and hands me a white robe. She winks at me and I know she’s part of the FBI. She deliberately leaves the room door ajar in case Marcus needs to inspect the room, which he does on cue. He wanders in and noses around, while Maggie bats those lovely eyelashes at him.
    Obviously, her aim is to distract him, which she does. Marcus rubs his bald head and turns red, then curries off to the waiting room where he tries to read a magazine.
    Maggie stands by the door and smiles. ‘Senorita Payton will be, mmm, say, around ninety minutes. You should get coffee. Down the road, at Nacholand, they make great cappuccinos. You should get some.’
    Marcus nods slowly. ‘I don’t like drinking coffee alone, you know. I wait till you are free to join me, maybe? Now, I read the magazine.’
    Maggie lifts and drops her shoulders. ‘In that case, it will be easier if you turn the magazine the other way – easier to read when it’s not upside down.’
    Marcus looks at the magazine, rubs his bald head and says, ‘I like to read like this. Workout for the brain. You should try it.’
    She grins. ‘Maybe I will.’
    Maggie shuts the door and pushes away a trolley full of towels and massage equipment from a wall to reveal a secret door, which she lightly knocks on. The door opens to a flight of stairs leading to the basement. A woman, who I assume is an FBI agent, hurries into the massage room, slathers some green, gooey cream on her face and lies on the massage table. She has the same build and hair color as me.
    I look at Maggie. She explains before I ask. ‘In case Marcus decides to check up on you, he’ll see her and think it’s you.’
    ‘Wow.’ The FBI thinks of everything.
    Maggie leads me down the stairs to the basement, which consists of two huge rooms. I enter a room with eight FBI agents. Talk about intimidation – now I understand what Monika Lewinsky meant when she talked about being overwhelmed by the FBI’s presence.
    Even though they smile and indulge in light chit-chat to put me at ease, I’m tense and feeling pressurized. The only person I feel comfortable with, is Agent Depp. I met him yesterday at the rock pool and from our brief meeting yesterday, I find him to be an affable character.
    They get straight to the point. As mentioned yesterday, they want to lock up Diablo for good and they want me to be their inside man , or in my case, their inside woman .
    ‘We’ve talked to you father and stepmother and they’ve filled us in Diablo shooting you, your miraculous return and how you came to live at his ranch. So we’re sorta up to date on you, essentially,’ Depp says.
    Okay …’
    ‘We realize you’ve made a phenomenal sacrifice by accepting to live with Diablo just to spare the lives of the villagers and man, we really applaud you for that, Payton.’
    I clasp and unclasp my fingers. ‘Uh …okay …’
    ‘See our main problem – witnesses to testify against Diablo and his family. The intimidation, death threats – frightens people away. Then there’s crooked cops - corruption in the ranks of police officials in Mexico – one of the main reasons we’re come all the way here, left our families, our homes …’
    ‘Really?’
    ‘Yeah. But we’re now working with scrupulous Mexican police to bring down criminals like Diablo and …’
    ‘So what you want me to do?’
    They whip out some photos and place them on the table.
    ‘Recognize any of them? They’re policemen who frequent your ranch. On Diablo’s payroll.’
    I shake my head. ‘Difficult to tell. Haven’t really been paying attention. But hey, I’m like, really eager to get away from Diablo, so I’m in. I’ll definitely pay more attention from now on.’
    They exchange pleased glances with each other and show me more photos. They fill me in on the men and the roles they play.
    ‘He slit a man’s throat