“He also goes by Ralph Huntley, when it’s not Halloween,” Sanchez said.

Henry shrugged. “Ralph thought Carl was flirting with his girl,” he said.

“She was dressed up as the Enchantress,” Sanchez added, “so, it’s within the realm of possibility.”

“Turns out Ralph has some anger management issues,” Henry said. “The Enchantress dropped a dime on him—told detectives where to find the Beretta with his prints on it. He confessed this morning.”

“You’re saying that Carl’s murder had nothing to do with Leo or Jack or any of it,” Archie said.

“Doesn’t look like it,” Henry said.

Archie thought about all that Carl’s murder had set in motion—it had sent Archie to Leo, and because they’d been seen together, Leo had been taken back to the island, Susan had been taken to keep Leo in line, which had drawn Archie to the island, which in turn had led Gretchen there. So many were dead. All due to a pass that may or may not have even happened. But at least one good thing had come of it. “I’m just glad that Leo is out of there,” Archie said.

Henry made a coughing noise.

Sanchez looked at his fingernails.

“Leo’s staying,” Henry said.

It took a moment for Henry’s words to register through Archie’s morphine haze. “You’re shitting me,” Archie said, narrowing his eyes at Sanchez.

“Leo’s idea,” Sanchez said. “Not mine. He wants to take down the entire international syndicate,” he added. “He might be able to do it, too.”

“What about the whole underground narcotics warehouse thing?” Archie asked. They couldn’t just pretend they hadn’t seen it, not that kind of quantity.

“Oh, the DEA confiscated the dope,” Sanchez said. “They’re not crazy. But that shit’s on Jack. And as you know, he’s toes-up. So Leo takes over the old man’s shop and the DEA has an agent in the catbird seat.”

“What about you?” Archie asked.

“I’m done,” Sanchez said. “That interagency cooperation business went out the window about the time I started protesting the decision to leave Leo in the game. The kid just lost his father. He’s using drugs. I don’t want him getting killed on my watch. Anyway, I think I have enough on my plate.” He exhaled slowly. “I have the feeling that Gretchen Lowell is going to be keeping me very busy,” he said. Sanchez glanced at his watch then and straightened up. “I’m supposed to be giving a press conference with the chief in fifteen minutes. We want to get the word out that you’re still kicking.” He nudged Henry’s shoulder with his elbow. “You told him, right? How much worse it could have been?”

Henry’s jaw tightened. “Not yet.”