Casare belched as he walked out of Chief Inspector Victor's office, clutching a cardboard box and heading toward the emergency squad on the fourth floor.
Brothers who've been in the slammer know that if you're not honest inside, you'll have to "hang it up," but if the criminals in Mexico aren't honest, there can be riots.
So quite a few young and strong jail guards were organized to form an emergency squad, tasked with suppressing any sudden dangers.
The team had about 170 members, and they'd carry out different contingency plans according to the alarms, with varying numbers of participants for each plan.
"Good day, Commander!" A jail guard with a Policía Tercero (Police Junior Sergeant) patch came out of a room carrying a washbasin. Upon seeing Casare, he rushed to salute him.
Boss Casare's status was different now.
"Is Harrison around? Go call him over."
This guy was close to him and was one of the six who had helped to kill Dragan.
