Justice is like light. Ramos could see nothing in the jungle night. A cop could be a criminal, a prisoner blameless, an arrest one more kind of kidnapping. A government known for deception would be disbelieved even when it was telling the truth. Across Venezuela, an unknown number of mothers waited for an unknown number of sons.
"Let's go!" Ramos said again. The agents lit the path with their flashlights, and he followed them down the mountain. Soon he would have eight bodyguards. The kidnappers had opened the door to his new life. He was no longer Pipo from the slums of Valencia. He was Wilson Ramos, major league baseball player, and now he would be watched by men with guns.