Starglow Basin Asesino

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This is established: el jefe likes Lanza, and Moisés wants nothing more than to be liked by el jefe, the only father figure he has ever had in his life.

So he listens, rapt, hanging onto the spear's every word, chewing on them like a cow does to its cud, the plodding movement of the jaws almost petulant. For a time it seems like Moisés has gone catatonic; his mouth, which purses and then goes slack, is the only thing that moves.

Lanza, he finally breaks the thick silence, before hunkering down to the dirt, as if he is going to kiss the ground like a priest. But in the last moment, he plucks something small and smooth out of the grass, a piece of a rat's skull, maybe, long since desiccated and bleached, falling apart as he holds it, though it can't be said that Moisés has a gentle touch.

Then he flings it into the air with a sharp turn of his jaw.

Atrápalo! he yells, almost smiling.