The Cold Moon

the businessman’s hip and snapped both legs—one of which had to be amputated. The driver expressed no remorse whatsoever and continued to deny he’d done anything wrong, even blaming the accident on the victim himself. The punk was convicted but, a first-time offender, he got off with a light sentence. Then he began harassing Hale’s associate for money.
    Hale decided that enough was enough. He came up with an elaborate plan to terrify the kid into stopping. But as he looked over the scheme herealized it made him feel uncomfortable, edgy. There was something clumsy about it. The plan wasn’t as precisely ordered as he wanted. Finally he realized what the trouble was. His scheme left the victim scared but alive. If the kid died, then it would work perfectly and there’d be nothing to trace back to Hale or his injured associate.
    But could he actually kill a human being? The idea sounded preposterous.
    Yes or no?
    On a rainy October night he made his decision.
    The murder went perfectly and the police never suspected the man’s death was anything but an unfortunate home electrocution accident.
    Hale was prepared to feel remorse. But there was none. Instead he was ecstatic. The plan had been so perfectly executed, the fact that he’d killed someone was irrelevant.
    The addict wanted more of his drug.
    A short time later Hale was involved in a joint venture in Mexico City—building a development of upscale haciendas. But a corrupt politician managed to throw up enough stumbling blocks so the deal was going to collapse. Hale’s Mexican counterpart explained that the petty politician had done this a number of times.
    “It’s a shame he can’t be removed,” Hale had said coyly.
    “Oh, he can never be removed, ” the Mexican said. “He is, you would say, invulnerable.”
    This caught Hale’s attention. “Why?”
    The crooked Distrito Federal commissioner, the Mexican explained, was obsessed with security. He drove in a huge armored SUV, a Cadillac custom-made for him, and was always with armed guards. His security company constantly planned different routes for him to get to and from his homes and offices and meetings. He moved his family from house to house randomly and often didn’t even stay in houses that he owned, but in friends’ or rentals. And he often traveled with his young son—the rumors were that he kept the boy near as a shield. The commissioner also had the protection of a senior federal interior minister.
    “So, you could say he’s invulnerable,” the Mexican explained, pouring two glasses of very expensive Patrón tequila.
    “Invulnerable,” mused Charles Hale in a whisper. He nodded.
    Not long after this meeting, five apparently unrelated articles appeared in the October 23 edition of El Heraldo de México.
    • A fire in the office of Mexicana Seguridad Privado, a security services company, resulted in the evacuation of all employees. No injuries were reported and the damage was minor.
    • A hacker shut down the main computer of a mobile phone provider, resulting in a disruption of service in a portion of Mexico City and its southern suburbs for about two hours.
    • A truck caught fire in the middle of Highway 160, south of Mexico City, near Chalco, completely blocking northbound traffic.
    • Henri Porfirio, the head of the Distrito Federal commercial real estate licensing commission, died when his SUV crashed through a one-lane bridge and plunged forty feet, struck a propane truck parked there and exploded. The incident occurred when drivers were following directions from a flagman to pull off the highway and take a side road to avoid a major traffic jam. Other vehicles had made it successfully over the bridge earlier but the commissioner’s vehicle, being armor plated, was too heavy for the old structure, despite a sign that stated it could support the SUV’s weight. Porfirio’s security chief knew about the traffic jam and had been trying to contact him about a safer route but was unable to because the commissioner’s mobile phone was not working. His was the only vehicle that fell.
    Porfirio’s son was not in the SUV, which he otherwise would have been, because the child came down with a minor case of food poisoning the day before and remained at home with his mother.
    • Erasmo Saleno, a senior interior official in the Mexican federal government, was arrested after a tip led police to his summer home, where they found a stash of weapons and cocaine (curiously