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19Mexico City, Mexico, 3 July 2014
If there was an incantation to dissolve a human into an armchair, Ricardo Garcia wished he knew it. Garcia was a big man, an intimidating presence suited for the man heading the Directorate General of d**g Intelligence Operations for the Federal Police. When he walked into a room, people took notice; when he spoke, his subordinates scurried to do his bidding; when he grimaced, criminals crapped their pants. He was not a man who could be inconspicuous. But right then, inconspicuous was what he desperately wanted to be.
At that moment, Garcia was not the focus of the storm, but the forecast told him there was no evading this storm. He could only plant his feet firmly and pray for a miracle.
thisIn the room with Garcia, was his boss, the General Commi
