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Easy Peasy
MEXICO CITY, MEXICO.
Hot. Fricking hot. And not in a good way. In a cotton clinging to skin way.
Thank goodness for the air con inside the white SUV Agent Danby had been handed the keys to at Los Reyes airfield. He drove us through the littered streets of suburban Mexico City. Low-lying buildings slowly crumbling either side of the street, in a deserted borough a few miles from the main airport.
Our rendezvous was on the outskirts of the city, beneath an underpass where helicopters and drones couldn’t spy. Plastic Jesus had loads of distant brothers and cousins in the area. Rosary beads hung around the rearview mirror of the SUV, left there by a previous customer. Crosses and graffiti paintings of the Virgin Mary were common too, spray-painted all over falling-down wall
