He’s valuable because he doesn’t have a dog in the fight. Paradoxically powerful for his lack of power. But if one party—a Núñez, an Esparza, an Ascensión—wins and becomes dominant, Caro becomes unnecessary, superfluous, just another old gomero living out his life telling tales of past glories. What if Caro isn’t trying to hold the Sinaloa cartel together but is trying to keep it divided? He owes them nothing; they sat and let him rot in Florence for two decades.
