He really did seem to be concerned that she be pleased. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. She gave him a friendly smile, but she remembered her fangs and closed it down. "The meal was quite tasty. My compliments to your corporate chef. I don’t believe that I’ve ever had meat with quite so delicate a flavor." Garcia’s smile grew wider. "Yes, it is a specialty. I will be sure to communicate your compliments." Garcia escorted her across the landing field to a waiting helicopter. They climbed aboard and made a short flight over Mexico City. Their destination was a compound on the north side of the plex. The GWN monogram that she had seen on the uniforms of Garcia’s minions at the airport gleamed on the side of the eighty-story skyscraper at the center of the enclosed blocks.