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DIA DE LOS MUERTOSAUNTING THE DEAD<br />
“That’s not even half of it, is it, Cardinale?” Eileen<br />
asked.<br />
“I… I don’t know what you mean.”<br />
“Please, Mr. Director-General, don’t insult me. You<br />
sent that email with an A1A. This isn’t any kind of<br />
mercy mission. It’s not even about <strong>the</strong> building. I don’t<br />
care how much specialized construction an <strong>Orpheus</strong><br />
facility needs, you can’t tell me <strong>the</strong>re isn’t ano<strong>the</strong>r firm<br />
in Mexico able to handle <strong>the</strong> job if Tierra Arguelles<br />
goes under.”<br />
“Listen,” Cardinale whispered, “you have no idea<br />
<strong>the</strong> kind of political weight a woman like Señora<br />
Arguelles has here. Laura Arguelles can make sure I<br />
never get into ano<strong>the</strong>r government office.”<br />
“If Tierra Arguelles goes down, all of her political<br />
clout goes with her. That wouldn’t affect <strong>Orpheus</strong>….”<br />
It was like a bell had gone off. “But it might affect you.”<br />
The small bureaucrat said nothing.<br />
“Of course,” Eileen said. “Exactly how much of this<br />
building’s construction funds went directly into your<br />
pocket, Señor Cardinale? How many agents are you<br />
going to put at risk because of it?”<br />
The tiny man waved his arms in a feeble protest.<br />
“No, no. That’s ridiculous.”<br />
Eileen let out a long, low whistle. “Fine, Mr. Director-General<br />
of <strong>Orpheus</strong> Group S.A. It seems you were<br />
right to call us in. You’re hip deep in it, now aren’t you?”<br />
“Please,” <strong>the</strong> director said in a pained voice. “I need<br />
your help. I wasn’t lying about Señora Arguelles’ political<br />
clout. If she goes down, I go down, and <strong>the</strong> resulting<br />
publicity won’t do <strong>Orpheus</strong> much good.”<br />
It was Eileen’s turn to smile. “Relax, Señor Cardinale.<br />
We’re going to help you—for triple time, plus bonus.”<br />
The man’s face turned several shades of red. “What!”<br />
he yelled. “Triple time! Are you insane?”<br />
Eileen was unmoved. “Come on, Señor Cardinale.<br />
What have you got to lose? If we fail, you’re finished. If<br />
we succeed, it’s a bargain. What do you say?”<br />
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