Like the other twenty Alphavilles, Nineteen was surrounded by a high wall surmounted by fragments of broken glass. The glass was anchored in concrete and crowned by electrified razor wire. Situated to either side of a low brick guardhouse were two gates. The one on the right was for visitors. When Prado rolled his van to a stop, a guard with a revolver on his hip approached the vehicle. “Here to see Magda Mansur,” Prado said. The guard nodded. “Police, right?” “Right.” “She’s expecting you. Still gonna have to see some ID.” Everyone reached for their credentials. The guard went through them, making notes on a clipboard as he went. When he was done, he lifted his arm and signaled to another guard behind the bulletproof glass. That one picked up a telephone. Seconds later, the gate in front of them was opening and a security car was rolling up to lead them to the Mansur home. “Seems pretty tight,” Hector said. “Believe me,” Prado said, letting out the brake and putting the van in gear, “they pay for it.”
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