Emilia typed in her password and checked her inbox. A review by the Secretariat de Gobernacin of drug cartel activities across Mexico. A report of a robbery in Acapulcos poorest barrio neighborhood that would probably never be investigated. Notice of a reward for a child kidnapped in Ixtapa who was almost certainly dead by now. Her phone rang. It was the desk sergeant saying that a Seor Rooker wished to see her. Emilia avoided Ricos eye as she said, yes, the sergeant could let el seor pass into the detectives area.A minute later Rucker was standing by her desk, sweat beaded on his forehead. The starched collar of his shirt was damp. Theres a head, he said breathlessly. Someones head in a bucket on the hood of my car.
