I'm careful about the blood as I begin systematically removing his fingers. The plastic tarp beneath him flows red and his screams are deafening. I'm tempted to cut out his tongue even without the information I came for. Only two fingers remain on his left hand when he starts talking. Diego Fernandez has his fingers where they don't belong and those fingers will come off one by one too. The bullet I place between the man's eyes cuts off his final scream. I look at the three men ...