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DIA DE LOS MUERTOSAUNTING THE DEAD<br />
looks of people who knew more than <strong>the</strong>y really should<br />
about how <strong>the</strong> universe worked.<br />
“I don’t want you to worry, though,” Cardinale<br />
continued. “We’ve been trained in all operational<br />
procedures. I’ve had a temporary secure area outfitted<br />
for your use. A med staff is also available.” The man’s<br />
relentlessly chirpy voice sounded shrill and tiny in <strong>the</strong><br />
vast foyer.<br />
“The home office faxed down <strong>the</strong> way I like my<br />
nursery stocked?” Eileen asked.<br />
Cardinale nodded, and <strong>the</strong>y stepped into <strong>the</strong> woodpaneled<br />
elevator. He pressed “14” and <strong>the</strong> doors slid<br />
closed. There was a brief pause, and <strong>the</strong> floor lurched<br />
when <strong>the</strong> car began to rise.<br />
“Then, can you please tell us what’s going on?” she<br />
asked. “The email you sent just said ‘Need experienced,<br />
Spanish speaking agents in Guadalajara ASAP.’ You<br />
sent it with an A1A classification. That’s a disaster<br />
call.”<br />
The thin man nodded. “I’m afraid that this client<br />
requires special consideration. She’d prefer that no<br />
details of her situation get out. As director-general, I’m<br />
honor bound to respect her wishes. After you finish <strong>the</strong><br />
job I will, of course, make a full report.”<br />
Bullshit, you pompous windbag, she thought. Get out<br />
to who? Corporate? They’re so tight-lipped, <strong>the</strong>y need<br />
authorization in triplicate before <strong>the</strong>y’ll tell you your ass is<br />
on fire. Using that code was a mistake. Something’s got you<br />
spooked, something you don’t want anyone—especially<br />
not Corporate—to know about.<br />
The elevator door opened, and Eileen and Teo<br />
followed <strong>the</strong> bureaucrat down a long hall filled with<br />
blank doorways. Finally, he reached one indistinguishable<br />
from all <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs and pushed it open. Inside a<br />
plain but comfortable waiting area, a middle-aged<br />
woman was placing a tea tray on a low table. Two o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
women sat on a plush lea<strong>the</strong>r couch. The older of <strong>the</strong><br />
two was heavy, but bore <strong>the</strong> remnants of what was once<br />
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