In the city. Sergeant Martinez brought a stack of papers out to the car. It was not a list, but rather a sheaf of faintly imprinted carbon copies of the Embassy requests, about forty of them. "He says it is for all of this year up until now," Enelio explained. Meyer went through them swiftly, with minor pauses, and then stopped at one and showed it to me. Request to locate Carl Sessions, age 22, five foot eleven, one hundred and forty pounds, fair complexion, blond hair. Request contact Mr. Lord at the American Embassy, Extension 818. It was dated the ninth of June. There were some notations and numbers written on it in red ink. Enelio asked the sergeant to explain the notations, then interpreted for us. "They couldn't find this boy and they made a routine report. Okay, on July seventh, on a Monday morning, the boy is found dead in a doorway on Acrteaga Street, in a bad section over beyond the public market. There wasn't anything left in his pockets, probably taken by kids who thought he was drunk.
