insisted.
âIâm telling you itâs too far away, and itâs not my territory. You know the saying: âIn heaven God, but in Tamaulipas,
La Quina
â. Whatâs more, itâs been agreed that Altamira belongs to a district controlled by the workersâ sector of the PRI. You get your support from the CNOP. So even if it were my territory, Iâd be disloyal to my own sector if I backed you.â
âThatâs all been taken care of, Lacho,â Miranda went on. âThe people are behind me, I canât lose. Youâre more important than
La Quina.
Thatâs what everybody says in Tamaulipas, as well as here.â
âStop bullshitting, brother. Itâs important not to shoot your mouth off,â Pizarro said as he got to his feet. âWhat Iâm telling you is this. You know what your chances are if you run, but, remember, no one backs a loser. In other words, play politics the right way, and forget about settling personal scores. Donât break party ranks. Help your people get ahead. Iâve said time and again that you donât just win by winning. Especially if youâre plotting against Joaquin. Loyalty is what comes first in life. Didnât they teach you that?â
âBut everyoneâs behind me, Lacho.â
âIâve told you what I know. Now. itâs up to you to learn whatâs good for you. If you donât, then just carry on, and at the end of the day weâll see whoâs right. Meanwhile, this show is over, and itâs time to hit the road.â
As soon as he spoke, he bolted for the door. Roibal yanked my arm and lodged me squarely back into the scrum near Pizarro. His bodyguards piloted him through the gauntlet of instant barriers and walky-talkies, hallway by hallway to the elevator and the street.
Instead of Pizarroâs car, we now climbed into a large van. Its interior was outfitted with chairs upholstered in burgundy velvet and a table where Roibal placed a report with blue covers for Pizarro. He spoke to the driver in their odd code: âL-1 in zero. Leaving for G-23 in two casings.â
L-1 was code for Pizarro, zero referred to the vehicle we were in, G-23 was for our destination, in this instance the unionâs farming operation. Casing meant minute.
âLet him know R-1 is staying at Dinner Party,â the driver went on âuntil L-1 arrives at 05. And everyone on 4. Over.â
R-1 was Roibal, Dinner Party was Pizarroâs house, 05 meant 5 p.m., and 4 meant all points bulletin. It was a complicated and ridiculous code that changed every three or four months. At the time, 61 meant âwaitâ, 53 was âbe advisedâ; 57 was âaffirmativeâ and 75, ânegativeâ. 58 meant âoutsiders listening inâ, 34 meant on assignment. Hummingbird 007 meant âdanger: prepare to fireâ.
âTo La Mesopotamia,â Pizarro said when we had settled in.
Another guard climbed in the front. From under the seat he pulled out a submachine gun and a pistol whose holster he left on the seat. A black Maverick pulled out in front of us with three guards inside, and a Galaxy fell in behind us with two more.
We made our way through the streets of Poza Rica towards the road north to Tuxpan. The noonday sun seemed to melt the asphalt beneath the tires of tanker trucks, trailer trucks, and dump trucks parked at the corners. Passenger buses unable to negotiate the narrow streets lurched to a halt, spewing out plumes of black smoke from poorly refined diesel fuel. In the distance, a homely array of squat buildings crept along the horizon in an astonishing display of money and bad taste topped by a clear blue sky riddled at intervals by smoke from the gas flares surrounding the city. Flames from the stacks made the air around them shimmer and punctuated the skyline with small dashes of soot. We crawled past imported eighteen-wheelers, pickups, and cranes, symbols of a
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