Chapter XIJuarez, Chihuahua
Mexico
March 1, 2012
“Con permiso, El Maestro,” Felix said, stepping into the cool office and closing the door behind him. The density of the colder air clashed with the warm rush of outside, a hallow vacuum abruptly cut off as the thick oak door sealed shut. Mesquite particles stirred around the entrance and covered his dark brown hair, which poured sweat, staining his collar. A red grease rag twisted and strained in his hands in front of him. He stuck it in a pocket of his coveralls, kept his head bowed and eyes averted as he waited on his liege to take a break.
El Maestro finished sorting through a dossier on his desk, closed it and looked up. “Hola, Felix. Is there something I can do for you?”
After the long wait Felix needed a moment to reorganize his
