In the tridcast, Vargas’ face was painted red with yellow stripes across it, but Angie had been able to edit this color out. His hair was close-cropped, and judging from the bit of it that showed under the hood, was a solid gray. His face was fleshy with heavy jowls, but still aristocratic, more Spanish than Mesoamerind. His downturned, pouting lips were reminiscent of those on the gigantic stone heads the ancient Olmecs used to carve. His eyes were a dark brown, almost black. Flat and cold as obsidian. I imagined them staring down remorselessly as he struck Mama G again and again with his macauitl . . .