Assumed Identity

2

“My name is Ted Riley,” Buchanan said in Spanish. With Holly, he stood in a carpeted, paneled office, the door of which was labeled MINiSTRO DE ASUNTOS INTERIORES. Minister of the Interior. A bespectacled gray-haired secretary nodded and waited.

“I’m the interpreter for Senorita McCoy.” Buchanan gestured toward Holly. “As you can see from her credentials, she is a reporter for the Washington Post. She is in Mexico City for a limited time, doing interviews with important government officials-to learn their opinions about how the United States could improve its relations with your country. If at all possible, could Senor Delgado spare a few moments to speak with her? It would be greatly appreciated.”

The secretary looked sympathetic, spreading her hands in a gesture of regret. “Senor Delgado is not expected in the office for the rest of the week.”

Buchanan sighed in frustration. “Perhaps he would meet us if we travel to where he is. Senorita McCoy’s newspaper considers his opinions to be of particular importance. It is widely known that he is likely to be the next president.”

The secretary looked pleased by Buchanan’s recognition that she was associated with future greatness.

Buchanan continued. “And I am certain that Senor Delgado would benefit from complimentary remarks about him in the newspaper that the President of the United States reads every morning. It would be a fine opportunity for the minister to make some constructive comments that would prepare the United States government for his views when he becomes president.”

The secretary debated, assessed Holly, and nodded. “One moment, please.”

She entered another office, shut the door, and left Buchanan and Holly to glance at each other. Numerous footsteps clattered past in the hallway. In rows of offices, voices murmured.

The secretary returned. “Senor Delgado is at his home in Cuernavaca, an hour’s drive south of here. I will give you directions. He invites you to be his guests for lunch.”