The Telcel card allowed him to make local calls that could not be traced to Herman by name. Each SIM card carried its own phone number. Throw the old one out and you could disappear and start over again with a new number. Mexico was now requiring some form of identification such as a passport to buy a SIM card, and to Herman, this was a sign. Every government on the globe was crawling up your behind to keep tabs on you like you were their puppet. He used the local card each morning to check with DHL to see if any messages had come in under the name H. Diggs. This morning he was told there was one. He trudged a few blocks before waving down a cab and did the drive, about four miles to Zihua and from there to the DHL office in an industrial area of town. He picked up the envelope at the counter and stepped to the side near the supplies as he opened it and read. The message caught him by surprise. He read it twice to make sure he understood what they were saying.
