Twenty-Three The Escondido Bar / 10:00 P.M. No one knew where the riot started, exactly. By the time Calhoun drove down from El Cumbre, the streets around the city center were in chaos, bands of men smashing windows, people running out of businesses with television...

Twenty-Two Hotel Empresa / 9:45 P.M. They stood waiting in an alcove at the back of the hotel. Calhoun had rolled the refrigerator dolly with Guzman strapped to it to the elevator and then through the hotel's empty kitchen. It took every bit of Calhoun's...

Twenty-one Hotel Empresa / 9:30 P.M. After Calhoun had been patted down by Frank Guzman's bodyguards, a shouting match started about his weapons. Calhoun had been made to leave them in the living room. A young woman took Calhoun through the suite to the huge...

Twenty Amigo Motel / 8:00 P.M. Calhoun walked down the dark court of the Amigo Motel to his room on the end, furthest away from the street. He had two tickets to Mexico City in his pocket; he'd gone over his plan a dozen times on the way from his meeting with...

Nineteen La Avenida Revolución / 7:15 P.M. For some reason, Calhoun had a hallucination / dream that he was a rat and that he was running down the street on four legs. It was very bizarre, but since he'd gotten the shot he'd had interludes that weren't right. He...

Eighteen Hotel Arizona / 6:00 P.M. Calhoun made a call from the Hotel Arizona's front desk up to their room. The lobby was crowded with American men in for the weekend. Middle manager types with girlfriends. It was that kind of hotel. For some reason, the sight of...