"The army is hunting down the Jurez people," Jimena says, "Los Escajedos, the Aztecas, what's left of La Lnea. They're exterminating them. I don't see them hunting down Los Sinaloanos."

"It appears to be one-sided," Marisol adds.

They take a walk around the town.

The streets, even at midday, are mostly empty. A few old people and kids sit in the shade of a gazebo, a handful of soldiers peer out from a sandbag barrier. Pablo has the eerie feeling that people are peeping at him behind closed window shades. Some of the buildings are pockmarked with bullet holes, or chipped from grenade blasts.

Pablo sees a surprising number of empty houses. Some are empty shells, others still have all the furniture inside, as if the people are away on vacation.

"They're not coming back," Jimena says. "They've been threatened by one or the other cartel, or more likely by the army."

"Why would the army threaten them?" Ana asks.

"So they can steal their houses," Jimena says, "steal their land."

She sees Pablo's dubious look.

"Come on," she says.

- They drive east to Prxedis.

Jimena joins them-Marisol stayed in Valverde for her clinic's office hours. It's a beautiful day, the sky an almost impossible blue, set off by pure white cumulus clouds.

Nevertheless, the drive is tense as they go farther into the desert, farther into bandit country. They pass through another army checkpoint (another ten-dollar bill, but at least no guns raised this time) before getting into the little town, even smaller than Valverde.

The look is similar, though-soldiers on the street, shot-up buildings, some of them abandoned.

"The narcos gunned someone down in there," Jimena says. "The owner got frightened and closed the store."

"Where do people go for groceries?" Ana asks.

"Valverde."

The army base is set up in what used to be a gymnasium. Now the building is surrounded by coils of barbed wire, sandbags, and a metal gate with a security shack in front.

"Don't pull up too close," Jimena warns.

They park a block away and walk to the guard shack.

"I'm here to see Colonel Alvarado," Jimena says.

The guard knows her. She comes most days making the same demands. "He's busy."

"We'll wait," Jimena says. "Tell him I'm with three reporters from a Jurez newspaper. No, m'ijo, seriously-he'll be mad at you if you don't tell him."

The guard gets on the phone.

A few minutes later a sergeant comes out and leads them into a makeshift office with a desk and a few folding chairs. Alvarado sets his cigarette in an ashtray, looks up from his paperwork, and gestures for them to sit. "Seora Abarca, what can I do for you today?"

He's a slick piece of work, Pablo thinks. Immaculately groomed and tailored, sandy hair brushed straight back, pale blue eyes that look right through you, the sort of person that Pablo has loathed-and, okay, yes, feared-his entire life.

"You still have eight young men from my town in custody here," Jimena says. She starts to run off the names-Velzquez, Ahumada, Blanco...

"I have told you and told you and told you that this is army business and you have no standing whatsoever to-"

Ana identifies herself and asks, "Have these men been charged with anything, and, if so, what?"

Alvarado looks at Giorgio's cameras. "Tell him not to take my picture."

"Don't take his picture," Ana says. "Have these men been charged with anything, and if so, what?"

"These men are still being interviewed," Alvarado says.

"Interviewed or interrogated?" Pablo asks.

"And who are you?"

"Pablo Mora. Same paper."

"It takes three of you?"

"Safety in numbers," Pablo says. "We have reports that people are being tortured in this facility."

"There is no truth to that," Alvarado says. "That is merely propaganda that the traffickers put out and some journalists are foolish enough to repeat."

"Then you won't mind," Ana says, "if we talk to these men?"

"Did I say 'foolish'?" Alvarado asks. "Perhaps I should have added 'corrupt.'"

"What does that mean?"

"That some journalists are on the cartels' payrolls," Alvarado says.

Pablo feels a deep flush come over his face and hopes that the others don't see it or chalk it up to the heat.

Jimena says, "The doctor in Valverde -"

"Dr. Cisneros?"

"Yes-has asked fifteen times to be allowed to examine these men," Jimena says, "and has received no response."

"We have perfectly qualified medical personnel here."

"She is their physician."

"Dr. Cisneros is a woman?" Alvarado asks.

"You've met her at least ten times," Jimena says.

"Can we see the prisoners from Valverde, yes or no?" Pablo asks.

"No."

"Why not?"

Alvarado says, "Something that they say and that you report might compromise an ongoing investigation."

"Don't police usually do criminal investigations?" Ana asks.

"These are different times."

"Are you concerned," Pablo asks, "that the local police are on the cartels' payroll, as well? And if so, which cartel?"

Alvarado doesn't answer.

"Suppose," Ana says, "we just see the prisoners but don't interview them?"

"Then what would you have to report?" Alvarado asks.

"That they haven't been tortured," Ana says.

Alvarado answers, "But you have my word. Isn't that good enough?"

"No," Ana says.

Alvarado glares at her with the hatred that a macho man feels toward an uppity woman.

So Pablo gathers up his courage and chimes in with rapid-fire questions-Do you intend to charge these men? If so, with what? When? If not, when do you intend to release them? Why won't you produce them? What, if any, evidence do you have against them? Why haven't they been allowed access to lawyers? Who are you? What's your background? Where did you serve prior to the 11th Military Zone?

Alvarado holds his hand up. "I don't intend to be interrogated."

"Is it torture for you?" Pablo asks.

"I have no comment for your paper."

"So we can print that you refused to answer," Ana says.

"Print what you like." Alvarado stands up. "Now, if you don't mind, I have real work to do."

"I've contacted the Red Cross and Amnesty International," Jimena says.

"It's a free country."

"Is it?" Jimena asks.

"Yes, unless you're a criminal," Alvarado says. "You're not a criminal, are you, Seora Abarca?"

The threat is clear.

He scribbles out a pass and hands it to Ana. "This will get you back to Jurez with no difficulties. May I suggest that you stay there? These roads can be very dangerous these days."

"Really?" Ana asks. "But we passed so many army patrols on the way."

- "Those are two brave women," Ana says in the car on the way back to Jurez.

"Indeed," Pablo says.

"And you have a hard-on for the lady doctor," she adds.

"Who wouldn't?" Giorgio asks from the backseat.

"Me," Ana says.

"You would if your gate was hinged that way," Giorgio says. "It's not, right? You're not double-hinged, are you?"

"I wouldn't want to ruin your adolescent fantasies with a denial," Ana replies.

"They take my mind off things," Giorgio says.

"What things?"

"All of it," Giorgio answers. "The killing, the corruption, the oppression-the enervating sameness of it all. The fact that we've fought how many revolutions and end up with the same old shit. But here, check this out."

He leans forward and shows them the screen of his camera.

A beautiful close-up of Colonel Alvarado.

"How did you do that?" Pablo asks.

"While you were firing at him, so was I."

"Will scar print it?"

"With what?" Ana asks. "What story do we have? 'Colonel Denies Torturing Prisoners'? That's not news, that's the opposite of news. News would be 'Colonel Admits Torturing Prisoners.'"

"Yes, but there's a bigger story here," Pablo says. "If you accept Abarca's and Cisneros's version of events, the army is allied with the Sinaloa cartel to wipe out the Jurez cartel, and not only that, to move normal citizens out of the Jurez Valley."

If true, the Sinaloa cartel and the army are the same beast.

- That night, Ana comes out on her back step, sits down next to Pablo, and lights a cigarette.

"When did you start again?" Pablo asks.

"I think it was when I started going to the morgues again," Ana says.

Pablo knows what she means-the cigarettes help get the smell out of your nose. Not entirely, nothing can do that, but it helps.

"What do you think about today?" Pablo asks.