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The Mariachi set down his instrument. He reached out and touched the boy's face, feeling the shape of his determination.

He placed his good hand on Sands's chest and hummed the final bars of "Adiós, Carolina." Then he stood up, picked up the broken guitar, and walked out into the Mexican dawn. Erase una Vez en Mexico

The Mariachi knelt beside him. "You wanted a song that makes a man's heart explode," he whispered. "Listen." The Mariachi set down his instrument

"You didn't think the CIA would let a loose end walk away, did you?" Sands said, his voice stripped of charm. "You were the distraction. My real target was Marquez's laptop—the one under the table. Thank you for your service." The Mariachi knelt beside him

Sands tilted his head. "No. Barrillo did."

"I'm counting on it being more than that," said Agent Sands of the CIA. He sat down on the bench next to the blind musician, his sunglasses reflecting the dying sun. Sands placed a photograph on the Mariachi's knee. "General Barrillo. He's meeting with a cartel boss named Marquez. They're planning a coup against the Mexican president. I need you to play a private concert for Barrillo tomorrow night. Inside, you'll find a silver-plated revolver in the piano."