He who speaks least has the most power.

Speaking of nonsense, Vicente Fuentes weighs in with cocaine-inspired gibberish. "Profit is the blossom of the plant of peace. While we are watering the fields with blood, we should be..."

As Vicente goes on, Ochoa looks down the table at Adn, who wonders if he's really seeing what he thinks he's seeing. Ochoa's smile is subtle, almost undetectable, but it's there, and then Ochoa ever so slightly juts his chin at Vicente.

It's a question.

And Adn ever so subtly nods.

Yes.

The real deal of this meeting has been made-Jurez is a legitimate target and the CDG won't interfere. Adn stands up. "We're not going to withdraw from Tamaulipas nor are we going to pay reparations. But here's what we will do..."

A cease-fire will start immediately, with each side keeping the territories it has taken.

The CDG will keep all of Tamaulipas with the exception of Nuevo Laredo, which will be an open city. In addition, it will retain Coahuila, Veracruz, Tabasco, Campeche, and Quintana Roo.

The Alliance will move product through Laredo without paying a tax. It will retain control of all of its old territories-Sonora, Sinaloa, Durango, Chihuahua, Nayarit, Jalisco, Ochoa, Guanajuato, Queretaro, and Oaxaca, as well as Acapulco, and it will acquire-as Diego had insisted to Adn-the Monterrey suburb of San Pedro Garza Garca, the richest municipality in Mexico.

The territories of Nuevo Leon, Federal District, State of Mexico, Aguascalientes, San Luis Potos, Zacatecas, and Puebla will be neutral.

Gordo struggles to his feet. "Barrera graciously offers to give us what we already have. This is a waste of time."

"Sit down," Ochoa says quietly.

Gordo glares at him.

But he sits down.

An amazingly blunt show of power, Adn thinks. Which Ochoa didn't bother to disguise and so wanted me to see. Gordo Contreras will hold on to power for as long as Ochoa wants him to and not a moment longer. Then Ochoa says, "I'm sure Barrera wasn't finished with his offer and was about to say something about Michoacn."

Ochoa has grown at the game, Adn thinks, but he's still no Osiel Contreras. Osiel would never have brought up Michoacn proactively, tipping off his main concern like that.

"I don't control La Familia," Adn says. "They're loose cannons. But we would become neutral in that conflict."

"Your friends in the government aren't neutral," Ochoa answers.

"If we make peace, our friends will become your friends," Adn says. "At the very least, they won't be your enemies. The government might decide to focus its efforts onto La Familia."

"And what would these 'friendships' cost us?" Gordo asks.

Rudely.

"I don't ask guests to dinner," Adn answers, "and then hand them a bill."

Ochoa takes a moment to look over at Gordo as if to ask, Do you understand the importance of this? What he's offering is more valuable than territory. He looks back to Adn and says, "Still, you'll be polite enough to let us pick up the check every now and then?"

Adn nods.

He has to give in on this issue-it's not only a matter of Ochoa's pride, to pay his way, but he knows that the Zeta boss also wants to establish his own relationships with Mexico City.

That's a problem, but he'll work it out.

"At the same time," he says, "if we don't assist a rebellion against you in Michoacn, we wouldn't expect you to help rebels fighting against us in Tijuana."

"Agreed," Ochoa says.

"Are we done?" Adn asks.

"Not quite," Ochoa answers. He looks pointedly at Eddie. "This man has to leave Nuevo Laredo. His presence there is an insult."

Eddie keeps his mouth shut. It's hard because he's thinking, shit, I took Laredo for us. Now that we have it, I have to leave? It's hard, because as he looks at Ochoa, he sees Chacho's face, hears him howl in agony, smells his burning skin. What he wants to do is stand up and put a bullet between Movie Star's eyes, but he keeps his mouth shut.

"Agreed," Adn says.

They all get up from the table.

The Gulf War is over.

Adn has created peace among the narcos and divided the country into plazas.

He's become his uncle.

- What follows is a bitchin' good party.

Adn and Magda left right away, which made the party even better, because El Patrn is notoriously stuffy about these things. But with Barrera gone, the wraps came off-champagne, weed, coke, hookers-it goes on all night into the next day.

Eddie is particularly taken with Las Panteras-the female contingent of the Zetas. These are some hot chicas, who went through the same training that the men did, and came out on the other side smokin'. They even have hot names. Eddie gets with the Panteras' leader, Ashley (no, seriously, a Mexican chick named Ashley), who calls herself La Comandante Bombn. "Commander Candy" carries a pink Uzi, which Eddie really digs. She likes to hold on to it while she rides him, threatening, "Let's see which goes off first, you or the Uzi."

Eddie's been with a lot of women, but there's a unique sexual thrill to banging a gash you know has canceled some guy's reservation. Like, literally killer pussy. Doing the midnight rodeo with a babe you know would waste you if she got the order adds a little Tabasco to the taco.

Commander Candy...shit.

Eddie still plans on killing both Forty and Ochoa, but he has to admit they know how to throw a party.

- "Ruiz behaved himself," Nacho says to Adn on the flight back to Sinaloa.

"He did," Adn agrees. "Diego is going to bump him up, give him San Pedro Garza Garca."

"He'll do well."

"Nacho," Adn says, "I have something I want to ask you."

But he's looking at Magda instead of Nacho.

She arches a curious eyebrow at him, and then he turns back to Nacho. "Now that we have peace with the Gulf, I want to ask you for your daughter's hand in marriage."

Magda forces herself to smile.

Despite his amazing cruelty, to ask for another woman in front of her. She knows this is payback for her sleeping with Jorge-or not, as the case may be-and she accepts it as such.

But even Nacho-smooth, unflappable Nacho-is a little taken aback and stammers, "Adn, I'm honored."

"If she'll have me," Adn adds.

"I'm sure she will."

It's time, Adn thinks, to create another family.

"There's one other thing," he says.

"Anything."

"I don't want to hear that now is not the time, it's too politically sensitive, it's risky, anything," Adn says to both of them. "As soon as the new president takes office, I want Keller dead."

It's time for that, too.

Past time.

- Yvette Tapia invites Keller to their house on inauguration eve for a celebratory dinner party.

"You're happy about the results?" Keller asks when she phones.

"Of course," Yvette says. "Six more years of PAN means six more years of prosperity, growing the economy, lifting people out of poverty. Genuine democracy."

"Even though it was decided by a federal tribunal?"

"Sort of like your Supreme Court?" Yvette asks. "Come to dinner. We can talk about Florida, hanging chads, and voter fraud."

He might as well go, continue his dangerous courtship with the Tapias, all the more dangerous now that PAN will retain the presidency. It remains to be seen if Barrera money will continue to flow through the Tapias to the new president, whether either Vera or Aguilar will be retained in their positions or how the change of administrations, if not parties, will affect the drug situation.

The fighting in Tamaulipas, anyway, stopped as abruptly as it started, and there are rumors of a peace meeting between the Alliance and the CDG. It could be true, because Barrera has apparently withdrawn his men from Michoacn and the Zetas have stopped their public complaints about the government being prejudiced against them.

The intel coming out of Nuevo Laredo is that Barrera has use of the city without paying a piso. The common wisdom is that he "lost" the war against the CDG and had to "settle" for Laredo, but Keller knows that the common wisdom is bullshit.

Barrera, as usual, got exactly what he wanted.

Laredo.

A plaza.

At the same time, the war in Tijuana seems to be going Barrera's way, and the word is that he'll soon wrest control of the city back from Teo Solorzano, if he hasn't already.

Two down, Keller thinks, one to go.

And me.

Adn will be looking to settle the tab with me now.

At least Marisol is safely away from it.

She's in Valverde now, bought a house, opened her clinic. He helped her pack and move out of the Condesa place. They were both very civilized about it, and made mutual pro forma promises to visit when she got settled.

Which they haven't done yet.

Keller misses her.

They talk on the phone, but the calls are short and awkward, and he can tell she's very busy with her work.

It's good, he thinks, as he drives out to Cuernavaca.

It's the right thing.

- The dinner at the Tapias' is large, loud, and celebratory, a gathering of the new rich Mexican entrepreneurial class-stockbrokers, hedge fund managers, film producers, with a few actors, singers, and artists tossed in to give the evening tone.

Laura Amaro is there, and this time, even her husband has found the time to attend.

"He's out of a job," Laura declares happily. "Unemployed."

Benjamn shrugs.

"But not to worry," Laura says. "He's been promised something even more likely to keep him away from home."

"Laura..."

"It's a victory for business," Martn says quickly, lifting a glass of champagne to the new president, "a victory for stability, growth, and prosperity."

"Even for the poor?" Keller asks, because he can't help himself.

"Especially for the poor," Martn says. "Seventy-five years of socialism did what for them? Nothing. In the past six years, we've started to create a middle class. In the next six, that middle class will solidify and expand. We'll be looking for cheap labor on your side of the border."

"We could use the jobs," Keller says.

After dessert and coffee, Yvette says, "Let's walk down to the pool."

"Where's Martn?"

"Did you notice that handsome young actor?" Yvette asks.

"Yes."

"So did Martn."

"Oh."

"We have an arrangement," Yvette says. "We're not as provincial about these things as you are up in the barbarian north. Martn does what-or whom-he wishes, and I do the same."

"Yvette-"