Predictably, Paco wasn’t hyped to the max to learn that Ranger had put both him and me beyond salvage, and I didn’t even have to voice the idea that the war boss’ useful days were over. But Paco was also smart enough to realize that, satisfying though it might be, marching up to Ranger and putting a bullet in his gut wasn’t the best way to handle the matter. All I had to do was remind the younger ganger that Ranger always rode his big BMW Blitzen super-bike everywhere, and that the war boss seemed sadly negligent when it came to mechanical maintenance. A satanic grin spread across Paco’s face and he told me, "The gumbás a corpse. Count on it."