That’s what I’ve been doing for the last three days. I’ve gone over the events ad nauseam. It took a miracle to get me out of Mexico. We bypassed Mexican authorities entirely. Ailes sent a DEA unit, escorted by two FBI agents from the Mexico City office, to meet me at the bodega. They arrived just as another police unit was pulling up. We didn’t stop to talk. Our liaison with the Mexico City office took custody of Esteban just outside of Tixato while I was rushed to the airport in an unmarked car and flown back to the US on a DEA jet. If I’d know the storm that was waiting for me here, I would have stayed in Mexico. Back in my days as a patrol officer, one of my instructors told me something that has stuck with me. Always tell the truth. When in doubt, you can say you don’t recall. If you’re afraid you might incriminate yourself, shut up. If you didn’t do something wrong, be honest.
