"Mr. Bennett... I... I can cooperate with you... I know many things... about Acuña, Alarcón, and... the Americans..."
Bennett looked at him.
"The Americans?"
Sinopiquiar nodded desperately.
"Yes! The Americans! The CIA! They've been supporting us all along! That Turner! Malcolm Turner! He sends us money every month to organize anti-Mexico protests, to incite violence against Mexicans, to stir chaos in Ecuador!"
Bennett was silent for a few seconds.
Then he laughed.
It wasn't a joyful laugh, but the kind of "it figures" laugh.
"Go on."
February 10, 1998, 4 PM, Mexico City, National Palace.
Bramo placed the interrogation records that had just arrived from Quito in front of Victor.
Victor read through them.
"Turner."
He pronounced the name.
"It's him again."
Bramo nodded.
