Except that one of El General’s friends was the very gentleman who had just stepped out of the truck. He’d been of no special relevance to Alex at the time, but thanks to that snort of mnemonics, the guy’s face and mannerisms had been irrevocably punch-pressed on the surface of Alex’s brain. At the very sight of him, that haircut, the sunglasses, the neatly cut safari jacket, Alex had flash-backed with such intensity that he could actually taste the memory dust on the back of his throat.