That Hector Salamanca was looking at me, Gustavo didn't say; not if Mike couldn't see it too. That other people have been looking back all morning. Was that part of whatever's happening, too, or was it simply something in his head? Was that from the wine? His lips thinned to a line, still staring at the mirror, the fingers on his right hand twitching very slightly.

"I thought I saw something else," he managed. I thought I saw Max before, he didn't say. It wouldn't even make sense to Mike, that revelation. There was no one left alive who knew Maximino Arciniega save a name on a scholarship form and a picture in his office. If Mike ever figured that out, the knowledge certainly didn't come from Gus.