“Your ‘contact’?” Alejandro leaned back. “Or the forger in Tepito?”

Guzmán’s jaw tightened. For three months, he had sold policies—auto, life, health—collecting premiums from elderly clients who trusted his fake badge. But without a valid cédula , every signature he took was fraud.

“Explain this,” Alejandro said quietly, turning the screen toward Guzmán.

The man’s smile faltered. “A clerical error. I’ll call my contact.”

Alejandro picked up his phone. “The exam isn’t just a test of knowledge, Mr. Guzmán. It’s a test of who you are.”