'It's over.'
EPILOGUE
Two hundred thirty-five miles to the south in the white compound in Nuevo Laredo overlooking the Rio Bravo del Norte, the teenager with the altar-boy face watched the Texas governor's press conference on the flat-screen television on the wall of the office that was once his father's. He pointed the remote at the screen and froze the image. He was now El Capitan, head of the Los Muertos cartel. In the week since he had witnessed his father's death at the hands of the governor in this very office- in his own home! — he had finally become the man his father had always hoped he would become. And he had sworn to God that he would avenge his family's honor. That he would dispense justice. Julio de la Garza now raised his father's machete to touch the image of the gringo who had murdered his brother and father. He would seek venganza.
'No, Governor-it is not over. It has just begun.'
