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Chapter 4

This is how it was. Labyrinthine Guanajuato’s steep cobblestone streets wended and branched, split into new avenues, reunited under different names. The blacktop roads, soft in the sun, circled around cool, leaf-canopied parks, around old buildings of earthen stucco and new ones of chromium steel. Between the buildings, alongside back-door taverns and apartment fire escapes, were narrow, dank passages—shortcuts through the maze.

At Banco Federal, two uniformed guards flanked the door to the columned building, machine guns cradled in their arms like babies they wanted to toughen up. Hat brims shaded their dark, inscrutable eyes. The sun cut a swath through the cool mountain air and burned Carey’s white skin pink. Hot and cold at once. Ben instructed Carey and Mike to wait for him.