Chapter 1Mexico City, Present Day
Juan Morales let up a silent payer in praise of whoever had invented air conditioning for automobiles. As he threaded his way through the interminable log-jam of traffic that clogged the streets of Mexico City, he kept the air-con running and the windows of his Pinto firmly closed against the heat and the fumes that filled the busy streets of the great metropolis. An impatient taxi driver sounded his horn and waved an angry fist at Morales as he attempted to change lanes a little too sharply for the other man's liking. Morales simply raised a finger and grinned in a rueful smile at the probably overworked and incredibly harassed man. He cast another glance at the street map balanced precariously across his lap as he drove. A red 'X' marked in red felt pen
