2666 by Roberto Bolano

Author:Roberto Bolano
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2010-08-09T21:24:13+00:00

Those fucking judiciales never solve a case, Epifanio said to Lalo Cura. Then he began to rummage through his papers until he found a little notebook. What do you think this is? he asked. An address book, said Lalo Cura. No, said Epifanio, it's an unsolved case. This happened before you came to Santa Teresa. I don't remember the year. A little before Don Pedro brought you, that I do remember, but I'm not sure about the exact year. Maybe 1993. What year did you come? In '93, said Lalo Cura. Is that so? Yes, said Lalo Cura. Well, then this was months before you got here, said Epifanio. A radio reporter was killed. Her name was Isabel Urrea. She was shot to death. No one ever figured out who the killer was. They tried to find him, but they couldn't. Of course, it didn't occur to anyone to look at Isabel Urrea's appointment book. The assholes thought it was a mugging gone wrong. There was talk about a Central American. Some desperate fuck who needed money to cross the border, an illegal, see? An illegal even in Mexico, which is saying a lot, because we're all potential illegals here and one more or one less hardly makes a difference. I was there when they searched her house to see if they could find some clue. Of course, they found nothing. I remember I sat in an armchair, with a glass of tequila next to me, Isabel Urrea's tequila, and I glanced through the appointment book. An inspector asked me where I had gotten the tequila. But no one asked me where I had gotten the appointment book or whether there was anything important in it. I glanced through it, some of the names sounded familiar, and then I left it with the rest of the evidence. A month later I went into the archives at the precinct, and there was the appointment book, along with a few other things belonging to the reporter. I slipped it into my pocket and took it. That way I could study it in my own time. I found the phone numbers of three narcos. One of them was Pedro Rengifo. I also found the numbers of several judiciales, including a big boss in Hermosillo. What were those phone numbers doing in an ordinary reporter's appointment book? Had she interviewed them, put them on the air? Was she friends with them? And if she wasn't, who had given her the numbers? A mystery. I could have done something. I could've called some of the names I'd found and asked for money. But money doesn't do it for me. So I kept the notebook, fuck it, and didn't do anything.

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