Flaco’s tongue lolls lazily from his mouth. His face is dark blue. He hangs by the neck from the steam pipe that runs across the ceiling in his cell. Dreamer dangles next to him. The coroner returns with a verdict of double suicide: The young men couldn’t live with the guilt of killing Cardinal Parada. The coroner never deals with the unexplained blunt-trauma blows on the backs of their heads.
