Watching his daughter lowered into the earth, Adán lifts cuffed hands in prayer. The marshals are kind—they let him stoop down, scoop up a handful of dirt, and toss it on Gloria’s casket. It’s all over now. The only future is the past. To the man who has lost his only child, all that will be is what already was. Straightening up from his daughter’s grave, Adán says quietly to Tompkins, “Two million dollars. Cash.” To the man who kills Art Keller.
