Chapter 36: Alive on Arrival

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One second I’m staring at my archenemy in the face, and the next, I’m looking up at him from six feet under. I’m surrounded by dead, bloody men. My head feels like it's cracked open like an egg. I want to move, but I can’t breathe. For the moment, I’m paralyzed. An engine roars and backfires. In what’s left of my brain, I picture the backhoe approaching Fredo’s grave once more.

“Mr. Newman,” Don Juan Juarez says while staring down at me. “I truly hate to be going. But I believe this is a fitting end to your life. You should be buried with my son and all our enemies. An eye for an eye, the Lord called it. I call it divine justice. Via condios.”