Idling roughly twenty-five meters from the boat, Juan was rocked from his feet by the explosion. But his small boat was not overturned. As soon as the main blast had died, the muscular young man threw the small boat ahead, toward the listing ship.

He had found Esteban Ramirez-who was his employer as well as the father of their powerful familia-lying face-up in the water. His severely burned body was floating some fifteen meters from the yacht. Holding on to a mooring rope, Juan jumped into the choppy waters. Dog-paddling toward Ramirez with his free hand and feet, he reached the man and pulled him toward the boat.

His employer was still breathing.

"Seńor Ramirez," Juan said. "It's Juan Martinez. I'm going to bring you onto the runabout and get you to a-"

"Listen!" Ramirez wheezed suddenly.

Juan started. A moment later Ramirez's groping hand latched onto his sleeve. His grip was surprisingly strong.

"Serrador!" Ramirez said. "Warn… him."

"Serrador?" Juan said. "I don't know him, sir."

"Office-" Ramirez choked. "Reading glasses."

"Please, sir," Juan said. "You mustn't exert yourself-"

"Must call!" Ramirez said. "Do… it!"

"All right," Juan said, "I promise to call."

Just then, Ramirez began to tremble violently. "Get them… or they… will… get us."

"Who will?" Juan asked.

Suddenly, Juan heard the chugging of an engine on the other side of the yacht. He saw the edges of a bright white light creeping around it, playing across the water. A searchlight. A boat was approaching. Juan didn't know much about his boss's business affairs but he did know that their company's powerful familia had many enemies. The boat might not belong to one of them, but he wasn't sure he wanted to take that risk.

Before Juan could get his employer onto the runabout, Ramirez opened his mouth but did not close it again. Air hissed softly from deep in his throat as his mouth hung frozen, agape.

Juan shut his employer's eyes. He decided to leave his body there. Doing so was a sign of disrespect and that bothered him. But whoever was responsible for the explosion might still be in the vicinity. Perhaps even on the boat that was approaching. Juan didn't think it was prudent to be found here. Climbing back onto the runabout, he engaged the engine and sped away before the boat arrived. He headed out to sea where he wouldn't be seen, then cut the engine. He remained until he saw the police arrive. Then he set out again, giving the accident a wide berth as he headed toward shore.

Upon reaching the dock, Juan went to a pay phone. Wet and chilly, he called the night watchman at the factory and asked him to send a car for him. Upon arriving, Juan went directly to Seńor Ramirez's office. He forced open the door and sat behind his desk.