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lovely that not even the postmortem pallor diminished it. Chief, did you lose something? This babe killed herself, beforeyou open her up I’d like Montaño to see her, I need to know a few things. Ooh, you need to keep an eye on that guy, they smirked, he’s wild. You take charge of that, that’s why it’s on your turf.
    Cavalry charge. His secretary Angelita gave him the news that Attorney Canizales had been at work at Social Security on Thursday from eight in the morning until six in the evening without breaking for lunch. Could he have been plotting something against the union? Those guys also find time to rub people out.
    He went back to the father, who immediately offered him another drink. Mendieta could see the aura of sadness through the fumes from the alcohol and the cigarillo. He worked in construction, that was why he had guns. Now with the crisis everything has ground to a halt, for example, I couldn’t pay for my daughter to do a graduate degree in Spain, if I’d had the cash for that maybe this wouldn’t have happened; she probably would have been able to withstand Canizales dumping her; I never understood the man, imagine daring to leave a girl of that caliber. Señor Rodríguez, there are more stupid people than we think. He was fifty-two and in his youth he’d made it as a midfielder with Chivas in Guadalajara, but he missed his family too much and after three months he quit. His office was in the tenth lot, just this side of Piggyback.
    Thirty-eight minutes later, Montaño called from the room next door. Positive result, Lefty my man, I’ll take a sample with me and write up the record in case you need it; we also found gunpowder on her right hand; listen, what perfection, eh? I’ve been asking myself where she could have been hiding that I never met her. Thank you, Doctor, see you later; Señor Rodríguez, the forensic doctor is finished, I’ve got to get going, the technicians will analyze the pistol and when you bring me the permit I’ll return it to you. Mendieta preferred tequila, but he had no problem saying “your health” again, it was a way of consoling theafflicted father. What do you think of Smith & Wessons, Señor Rodríguez? Fine, but I’m loyal to Sergeant Pietro Beretta. They said good-bye.
    At a seafood stand, he ate fish ceviche and shrimp with octopus and had a tamarind juice before going on to headquarters.

Nine
    Cavalry charge. He was driving down Zapata Boulevard toward his office listening to a news flash from the journalist Quiroz: “Found dead this morning, murdered at his home in this city’s Guadalupe neighborhood, was Attorney Bruno Canizales, nominee for professional of the year and eldest son of Engineer Hildegardo Canizales, minister of agriculture in the government of Alonso Trujillo. He had a bullet hole in his head, and an empty 9-mm shell was found; the police, this station has learned, are chasing down two clues that are certain to lead them to the murderers. For Eyes on the Night this is Daniel Quiroz reporting.” Mendieta, he barked. What a delight to hear your voice, kiddo. Who’s talking? What do you mean who’s talking, I thought you’d be jumping for joy. Look, I’m in Cinépolis in the middle of a shoot-out, call me in three hours. Right, I won’t curse your mother because we have the same one. Enrique? I haven’t heard that you’ve got another brother, asshole, unless our mother rose from the dead and our father finally turned up after forty years, is it true about the shoot-out? Because I can’t hear shit. An old trick. Well, you’ve got good aim, how are you? Rolling in glory, and you? Same as always, up to my ears in work but I’m good,his brother had gone away after his lover had died and for twelve years he had been living in Oregon, how are my hometown girls? Culiacán girls are great, you know they’re our pride and our perdition. You can’t imagine how much I think about them. So, come back, what are you doing over there? Do