The Last Night Shift on Bucareli

“At four in the morning, a crime reporter and a former cop hunt for the negative of an accident that never appeared in any official report.”

In the acid-rain small hours of Mexico City, between the hum of the Linotypes on Bucareli and the reheated coffee of tin-roofed kiosks, Julián Castro works the newspaper's last shift. He is not after scoops: he just wants to reach six in the morning owing nothing to anyone. But when retired commander Ruiz walks into the newsroom soaked to the bone and leaves behind a contact sheet showing the wrecked car of a judge who supposedly died of a heart attack in his bed, the silence of the newsroom becomes an ambush. To stay alive in a city where police reports are rewritten before dawn, Castro and Ruiz must cross empty avenues, back-street garages and rundown diners before the first edition goes to press.