Cortez shook his head. “He didn’t have to. It was his eyes, man. They was . . . I’ve seen angry, scared, drunk, lost, confused, stoned . . . but he was apologetic, like. He was just doin’ what he had to do, even though he knew it was wrong. You’ll have to shoot him, it’s the only way. Don’t give him a chance. He’s a demon.” He crossed himself.