"What about me?"

"You have a woman?"

Keller shakes his head.

"You did, though, didn't you?" Vera asks. "She was a doctor or something, right?"

Is that a threat? Keller wonders.

"How do you know about that?" he asks, keeping his voice level.

"It's my business," Vera answers, "to know about everything. No offense, Arturo, nothing personal."

"Anyway, it's over."

"She left the city, as I recall."

He knows where Marisol is, Keller thinks. And it is a threat. Keller has an impulse-deep, atavistic-to just stand up and shoot him in that broad forehead right now.

"It was you, right?" Vera's asking now.

"Me who what?"

"You who told the Tapias about the Salvador Barrera deal," Vera says casually. "I know it wasn't me, and Luis is incapable of that sort of manipulation. So that leaves you."

Keller doesn't answer.

"No, congratulations," Vera says. "If you're going after Barrera, it was the perfect move. Split his organization in half, make people pick sides...Well done, mi amigo."

What's he doing? Keller wonders. Where's he trying to go with this? Is he threatening, testing, checking out the water? Shit, maybe he wants to come in, make a deal.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Keller says.

"Of course you don't," Vera says, still smiling. His lifts a finger to get the waiter's attention and then points at his empty glass. "Where are they?"

"You've lost me."

"The Tapias," Vera says. "If you're in touch with them, if you know where they are, now is the time to tell me."

He's working me the way you work an informant, Keller thinks. Shit, he's working me the way I work an informant. "I'm not in touch with them and I don't know where they are."

The waiter sets down a fresh Bloody Mary. Vera ignores it and says, "I think it's time for you to go home, Arturo. I think it's time for you to leave Mexico and go home."

Keller shakes his head. "Not until I get Barrera."

The smile comes off Vera's face and he says very seriously, "That is never going to happen. Listen to me, Arturo-that is never going to happen."

Jesus Christ, Keller thinks, he's doing everything but telling me that he's on Barrera's payroll.

Why?

Vera reaches out and lays his hand on top of Keller's. In another culture it would be interpreted as a homosexual gesture. Here it's a mark of strong friendship between two men.

"I respect you," Vera says. "I admire you. But you are never going to bring down Barrera, and your life is in danger now. Things are on the move and I am asking you-no, I'm begging you-leave the country as soon as possible. Tonight. I'm trying to save your life, Arturo."

And I'm trying to destroy yours, Keller thinks, the guilt coming back.

"Have a real drink with me," Vera says. "We'll toast to fighting the good fight. Then, if you're still here tomorrow, I'll have you arrested and deported. It's for your own good."

He orders two whiskeys and they drink to the good fight.

- Keller goes back to the embassy and waits.

Eats a lunch that he can barely taste at his desk, leaves early, takes a walk through Parque Mexico, and finally wanders over to the bar at Las Alcobas, where he nurses a beer before going up to Room 417.

Aguilar is already there with a Model G1416 body wire and a roll of medical tape.

Palacios is due in twenty minutes.

- Chido Palacios sits at his usual table, sipping his usual espresso and watching women in their short summer dresses walk by.

They're beautiful-sleek and stylish with long, tan legs fit from the gym, and he's sorry that this is the last time he'll have this particular pleasure, but he knows that there are sidewalk cafes in Scottsdale, and, if not there, in Paris, and that there are beautiful women everywhere.

He's admiring a particularly stunning brunette when a man walks up to the fence, and, before the bodyguards can react, empties a .380 Cobra into his face and runs away.

The espresso spills on his lap as Palacios slumps in his chair, his dead eyes looking up at the blue sky, sightless.

- Aguilar clicks the phone off.

"That was Vera," he says. "Palacios is dead. They killed him."

Things are on the move, Keller thinks.

They had started to worry when Palacios didn't show at the hotel, didn't answer his phone. Keller supposed that he was having second thoughts or had just decided to run on his own, but- Gabriela didn't show up either.

They were trying to track her down when Vera called.

"They're already blaming the Tapias," Aguilar says. "Same MO, same weapon."

He gets up from the couch and carefully puts the recording equipment back in its case. "That's it. It's over."

"Gabriela-"

"Was the leak," Aguilar says.

"She's either dead or on her way to a country with which we have no extradition arrangements. Face it, Arturo, they beat us. It's over."

He's right, Keller thinks.

It is over.

For now.

"What are you going to do?" Keller asks.

"Go ride horses with my daughters," Aguilar says. "Talk to my wife and decide what career I want next. I know it's not this one."

He picks up the case and walks out of the room.

- Keller is walking down Presidente Masaryk when his phone rings.

"It wasn't us."

Yvette sounds urgent, almost frantic.

"Please, Arturo, meet me."

- Gerardo Vera opens the door of his condo to see Luis Aguilar standing there.

"How did you find me here?" Vera asks.

"Aren't you going to ask me in?"

- They meet outside the Palacio de Cortes in Cuernavaca, one of the oldest structures in the Western world.

Cortes built it on the ruins of an Aztec temple.

"I thought you were out of the country," Keller says.

"I was. Martn is. We didn't kill Palacios."

"I know," Keller says. "Vera did."

"I gave you the tape weeks ago," Yvette says. "You haven't done a thing with it."

"Without Palacios, it's worthless."

"How can that be?" She's agitated, scared. "They'll never stop now. They'll track us down and kill us."

"If Martn wants to come in," Keller says, "and testify, I can guarantee his safety. And yours."

"And how many years in jail?" Yvette asks.

"A short time. Maybe none at all."

"He'd have to testify against his brother," Yvette says, "and he would never do that."

"This only ends one other way, and you know that," Keller says. "I can have you on a flight to the States tonight, Yvette. There are no charges against you there. Just tell us what we need to know and-"

"You'll extradite me back to Mexico," Yvette says. "I'm not going to Puente Grande, Arturo. I hoped you would help us."

"I'm trying."

She smiles bitterly. "They always win, don't they?"

"Who?"

"The polo crowd."

"They usually do."

"Laura Amaro doesn't know me anymore," Yvette says. "None of them do. We thought we were them. We're not, and they'll never let us be."

"Bring Martn in."

Yvette stares at him. "You got what you wanted, didn't you? You split Adn's organization in half so you can destroy it one piece at a time. And you don't care how many people get hurt, how many people get killed, as long as you get Adn. God save us from men of integrity."

She walks away.

- His phone rings.

"I have it."

It's Aguilar.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

Aguilar's voice is tight and excited. "I have tape of Gerardo incriminating himself."

"Luis, what did you do? What did you do?"

"Where are you?"

"Cuernavaca, headed back."

"Come to the airport. Hurry."

"Luis, what did you do?!"

"Just come. We can't wait long."

"Luis, go. Don't wait for me. Just go."

- Keller drives 95 North back toward Mexico City.

The route takes him through El Tepozteco National Park, a winding road across the mountain, past lakes and meadows, now metallic in the moonlight.

What did you do, Luis? Keller asks himself. Then it hits him-Aguilar left the hotel room, miked himself up, and made the meeting with Vera himself. He must have solicited him, Vera agreed, and Aguilar got it on tape.