And now this look, this leering image of Jimmy García visiting him after a promotion that was quite spookily named La Revencha! García's Revenge, more like it. Ruelas was simply not prepared for this. He had worked it all out, talked it out, until he felt "this big thing in my chest getting smaller and smaller." It should have been over.
"But there he was looking at me, looking mad," Ruelas said on Saturday. "And you know, and I don't mean this wrong, but what I felt, seeing him look at me like that, was pissed off. I feel I did more than enough." Sitting there the next day, his enormous decency had been replaced by an odd defiance. And that seemed to inspire him, even in his defeat. His sympathy had finally been supplanted by anger. It was encouraging from a survivor's point of view. He had been fair to Jimmy García, more than fair. He had done everything for the boy but die, and he didn't see the use in that. It was time to take his own life back.
And as if by his words, he dissolved the unhappy face of Jimmy García, dissolved it again. "It's over," said Ruelas, with more certainty than he had ever been able to muster. "It's over between him and me."