You were just a secretary, no one knew who you were but you knew everyone. You knew Murphy and his wife, you knew Carrillo and his ways. And you knew Peña, and his informants, who you knew were almost always women who'd you have to get their paperwork done for a Visa for the States.

"What's this?" You asked when Peña brought some paperwork for you to process.

"I need a Visa for an informant." Was his reply before he left without another word. Peña had never really talked to you, but you had watched him. Your desk had the perfect view of when he was or not at the office.