The taxi driver burst into full-throated laughter. "She," he corrected. "And there’s cero chance, carnal . Even if you had the pesos . . ." Suddenly realizing that he might have embarrassed us by implying that we weren’t flush enough, he smiled sheepishly. "That is, you’d have to know someone very well connected. My cousin Eriqueta may be able to put you in touch with—"