She and Keller look across the coffin at each other.

He can see her eyes beneath her black veil.

Keller falls in beside Ordua as the crowd follows the hearse to the little cemetery at the edge of town.

An honor guard of sailors in dress white marches behind the hearse, the band plays a dirge.

At least there's no wife and kids, Keller thinks. But there is a grieving mother, supported, literally, by Crdova's sister, brother, and aunt.

Marisol walks behind them.

The Christmas decorations on the street give the funeral parade an added poignancy.

Ordua gives a speech at the gravesite. Talks about Crdova's character, his courage, his service, his sacrifice. When he's done, an old man in a tattered vest and a knit cap raises his hand and asks to speak.

"I've known this man since he was a boy," the viejo says. "He was a good boy and a good man. He sent money home to his family. He died for our Republic. Our Republic. We can't give away our Republic to drug dealers and criminals. I'm sorry this man is dead, but he died fighting these animals. That is all I have to say."

Ordua thanks him and then signals the honor guard. The soldiers raise their M-16s to their shoulders and fire three salutes into the air. Then, at Ordua's orders, they attach bayonets and stand at guard. Two marines take the Mexican flag from the casket, fold it, and hand it to Crdova's mother.

A trumpet plays as the casket is lowered into the ground.

After the ceremony, Keller is unsure whether or not he should approach Marisol. It's awkward-they haven't spoken in a long time.

She solves his dilemma by coming up to him. "It's good to see you."

"You, too," he says. "I take it you know the family."

"Since I was a little girl," she says. "I'm their doctor now. What's your connection?"

Keller hesitates before he answers and then says, "I worked with him."

"Oh." The obvious question is right there in her eyes, but Keller doesn't answer it. Luckily for him, Crdova's younger sister walks up. "My mother would like you to come back to the house. Both of you."

"I don't want to intrude," Keller says.

There was a wake at the house the night before the funeral, when friends came to view the body and pay their respects. The time after the burial is usually reserved for the family.

"Please come," the sister says.

The house is modest, clean, and well kept. The aunts have laid food out on a table and Crdova's mother sits in an upholstered chair in the corner. Irma Crdova is a handsome woman, quietly elegant in a black tunic over black pants. Her iron-gray hair is pulled back into a bun. Keller can see where Angulo got his strength. She gestures Keller to come over.

"You were with my son when he died," Irma says.

"Yes," Keller says. "It was quick. He didn't suffer at all."

Irma takes his hand and closes her eyes.

"Your son was a brave man," Keller says. "You should be very proud of him."

"I am," she says. She opens her eyes. "But tell me, was it worth it?"

Keller squeezes her hand.

He stays for a couple of hours, talking with Crdova's family. A few of the cousins are there, and Ordua, and eventually they start talking about Angulo as a boy, and a teenager, and then the funny stories start, and the quiet laughter, and more tears. It's twilight when Ordua gets up to leave for the long drive to the airport and the flight back to Mexico City.

Marisol looks at Keller and says, "I'm driving back."

"To Valverde?" It's a long drive. Hours on a dangerous road through dangerous country.

"Yes."

"Alone?" Keller asks.

She thinks about it for a few seconds before saying, "I could use some company."

Keller goes to Ordua to tell him that he won't be driving back with him.

Ordua smiles. "La Medica Hermosa? I can't say I blame you."

"We've known each other for a while."

"I know all about it, Arturo."

"You have a problem with it?"

"Only envy," Ordua says. "Go with God."

When Keller and Marisol go to leave, Irma insists on getting up and seeing them to the door.

"Thank you for coming," she says.

"It was my honor," Keller answers.

She takes Keller's hand again. "Arturo, you do not avenge a murder by killing-you avenge it by living."

- It's ninety miles on Carretera 2 back to Valverde-every car and truck potentially full of narcos, potentially deadly, and army checkpoints that are just as dangerous. The soldiers at the checkpoints know Marisol and are prepared to give her a bad time but are confused by the gringo behind the wheel, especially when he shows them the DEA badge.

"They're afraid of you," Marisol says as they pull away from the checkpoint outside of Prxedis.

Keller shrugs.

"We don't think much of the army here in the valley," Marisol says.

She tells him the whole story-the land seizures, the arrests, the torture. If it weren't Marisol telling him, he'd think it was an exaggeration, liberal paranoia. But Marisol he believes, even when she concludes, "The army isn't fighting the cartels, the army is a cartel."

Keller tries to take it all in.

Then Marisol aks, "What were you doing with the FES? I thought you were some kind of policy wonk."

"No you didn't," Keller answers.

"No, I didn't," she says. "I only hoped."

"I can't do this with you, Marisol."

"Do what?"

"Play the cop-who-can't-talk-to-his-woman-about-what-he-does scene," Keller answers. "Played it once already. It didn't work."

"Then talk to me," she says. "Tell me."

He knows it's one of those moments. He either doesn't answer, or comes up with some half-clever evasion that won't fool her, and their relationship is over for good. Or he tells her, and their relationship is...what?

"I go after narcos," Keller says. "I kill them."

"I see."

Cold.

"And I'm not going to stop until I get Barrera."

"Why him so particularly?"

Keller starts to talk and then he can't stop. He tells her everything-about his friendship with the young Adn Barrera, how Barrera tortured and killed his partner Ernie Hidalgo. He tells her about Barrera throwing two children off a bridge to their deaths. He tells her about Barrera ordering the slaughter of nineteen innocent men, women, and children to punish a nonexistent informer that Keller invented to protect the real one.

"So you blame yourself," Marisol says.

"No, I blame him," Keller answers. "I blame both of us."

"And this is why you do what you do."

"He killed people I loved," Keller says. "He's evil. I know that's an old-fashioned concept, but I'm an old-fashioned guy. The truth of the matter is that he wants to kill me, too, and that's why I can't be with you."

They sit silently until they get to Valverde. Keller is shocked by the look of the little town-houses and shops boarded up, bullet-riddled stucco, army patrols rolling down the street in green trucks with searchlights sweeping to the front and sides.

She directs him to her house, an old adobe at the edge of town, and he pulls into the gravel driveway. Gets out of the car, opens the door for her, and asks, "Where's the hotel?"

"Do you prefer the Hilton or the Four Seasons?" she asks. "Another awkward joke. There's no hotel...I thought that you'd stay with me."

"I don't want you to think I was expecting that," Keller says.

"For God's sake, Arturo, come in," she says, "and if you mumble one word about sleeping on the couch I'll strangle you."

Keller follows her into the house and then into the bedroom, where Marisol starts to unbutton the black dress. "I've had enough of death today, I'm tired of death. Seora Crdova was right-you take revenge by living."

She steps out of the black dress and hangs it up in the closet.

"I want you inside me," Marisol says. "Let tomorrow worry about tomorrow."

- Later that night, Zeta gunmen smash into Crdova's house.

His aunt, brother, and sister are asleep on the living room sofas and the Zetas shoot them first. Then they burst into the bedroom and blast Irma Crdova to death in her bed.

Before they leave, the Zetas take photos of the bodies and post them on the Internet with the message THIS WAS FOR DISRESPECTING OUR FRIEND DIEGO, YOU FES MOTHERFUCKERS. SINCERELY-THE Z COMPANY.

- As they absorb the tragic news in the morning, Keller and Marisol come to a silent understanding, an acknowledgment that there is such a thing as evil, that the world holds horrors beyond their previous imagining.

There is an unspoken resolution between them now.

That they will face these horrors together.

And that they will live.

The Jack of Spades and the Z Company

Gather up your tears, Keep 'em in your pocket -The Band Perry "If I Die Young"

1.

Women's Business

If that's all that troubles you, here, take my veil, wrap it round your head and hold your tongue. Then take this basket; put on a girdle, card wool, munch beans. The War shall be women's business.

-Aristophanes Lysistrata Ciudad Jurez January 2010 Keller draws the cocaine up through the cotton into the hypodermic needle. He has three hundred of the small cocaine ampules, known as colmillos, ready to go.

He shows the needle to "Mikey-Mike" Wagner, a Zeta-affiliated meth dealer out of Horizon City, Texas, southeast of El Paso.

Mikey-Mike is terrified and he should be.