On the return to my home, I reflect on Tom's words. His doubts about Arturo, his offer of safety.

Arturo is in the car with me and we are drinking tequila, but not talking. Arturo seems to understand that silence is what I need right now.

Once we're inside the gates, he says, "What did the old bastard want?"

I shrug as I reach for the door handle. "He has some thoughts about who killed Manuel."

Arturo snorts his laughter. "That old fraud? He can barely get ...