Eddie sees the story about the Sol y Sombre nightclub on the news. “Nice,” he says to the flunkie playing Madden with him. “Beheadings? Like…beheadings? I thought that was Muslim shit. Al Qaeda.” A few days later Eddie hears that the beheadings might have been carried out by the same guy who attacked his nightclub. “Jesus the Kid.” The boy changed jerseys, I guess, Eddie thinks. A midseason trade. And some of the narcos are saying that the kid is really a kid, eleven, twelve years old. Junior varsity. Suddenly, Eddie feels old.
