I didn’t know what to say. Gus was in a tough spot, no doubt about it. He’d had to choose between the certain death of someone he cared about and the possible death of a stranger, and had made the only possible choice. Now that the Azzies—his own brother, no less—had used Teresa as a lever, it would be only a matter of time before they did it again, and before Gus betrayed still more Cristeros. Or betrayed us.