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What do you think, Diane? Any possibility this could be related to Plan Coca?”
    “No, there’s absolutely no way military action in Mexico would ever be countenanced, not even a covert attack like this,” she said. “We’ve supported Colombia with
military aid for years, so our involvement’s welcome. Even though supporters of the Plan and other campaigners would like drugs to be a higher priority, at the moment it’s not important
enough to the US public for any politician or agency to even dream of risking the blowback of unsanctioned action in Mexico.” Mesi could see that the men were at least a little happier with
this explanation.
    “Until we know more, let’s hold off with further speculation on motive, we need to concentrate on the work we have in front of us.” Campas paused and checked his notes.
“I think we’ve covered everything we have so far. Here’s how I suggest we proceed.”
    The limousine wound its way slowly down the gravel drive, leaving through the large wrought-iron gates. Lawrence Wallace turned briefly on the back seat and looked back at the
sign on the estate’s entrance bearing Elizabeth’s name. It gave him some measure of contentment to know that the foundation represented a positive legacy to her brief life.
    At the centre of the Illinois estate was a beautifully restored mansion in the Colonial Revival style, which would serve as the first of the foundation’s rehabilitation clinics. The
facilities there would provide comfortable in-house care for up to thirty patients at a time, and three times that number could be accommodated on an outpatient basis. Buildings in Seattle, New
Jersey, Detroit, Los Angeles and Philadelphia had already been purchased and were being prepared to go into operation over the next twelve months. The idea for the foundation had come a few years
earlier and the key to getting everything up-and-running had been to correctly identify the right people to oversee the operation. Through properly blending a team of people from the logistical
side, such as accounting and management, with those who were specialists in therapy and research, he had maximised the foundation’s chance of success.
    Four years before, his daughter Carol had been mugged while returning from a shopping trip with Elizabeth, her four-year-old daughter. Whether Carol had resisted wasn’t clear. The
coroner’s report indicated that she had been struck more than thirty times around her head and shoulders. Terrified, Elizabeth had bolted and run straight into heavy traffic, was struck by a
car and died instantly.
    The mugger had been picked up less than two miles from where the attack had occurred. He had been heading to a local crack house, desperate to feed his addiction, when he was arrested. He
received the maximum sentence allowable but that had been no comfort to Wallace. Grief and anger consumed him. He learnt that Carol’s had been the latest in a number of similar attacks in
that neighbourhood, albeit the first one to end so brutally. For a long time he struggled unsuccessfully to find a way to deal with his loss, but now he hoped the clinics would give their deaths
some small purpose.
    Pulling his gaze from the view out the rear window, he removed a laptop from its case and powered it up. He opened the browser, logged on and accessed a free e-mail account, the name and
password of which corresponded to the day’s date. He found the message he was looking for, opened it and copied the text into the buffer. He then deleted the message and closed the browser.
After firing up a specially written decryption program, Wallace pasted the text he had copied into the decryption editor and clicked on an icon. The gibberish was immediately translated into an
intelligible message, which Wallace quickly scanned.
    As he read, a smile spread across his face. The progress report could not have been more encouraging. After what had seemed an eternity spent on getting things