the voice said.“Juan, this is Alex Reese, in Santa Fe. How are you?”“Very well, Alejandro! And you?”“I’m just fine. I’m working a case that requires some information from Tijuana, and I hope you can help me.”“Of course, if I can.”“There is a hotel near the bullring called Parador.”“Yes, I know it. It is one step up from a flea farm.”Reese gave him the dates. “I need to know if two men stayed there. Their names are Cato and Edwards. Could you find out for me?”“I will do so immediately,” Rios said. “Can you hold?”Reese waited for three or four minutes, then Rios came back on the line.“Alex? There were two American couples at the hotel on those dates, registered under those two names.”“Couples?”“As in a man and a woman? Mr. and Mrs. Jack Cato and Mr. and Mrs. Griffen Edwards. The clerk remembered that they paid in cash.”“Thank you, Juan, and it’s good to talk to you again. Let me know if I can ever do anything for you in Santa Fe.”“I will do so, Alex.
