That's not something that Vasquez has ever had to deal with, but maybe because he gives his trust to no one. He looks out for himself and that's the only way he gets through his life, but it does make you wonder what kind of life. Maybe, before, he could've had something more, something deeper, but it's gone now.

"Never heard of the Ghost River Triangle, but your luck sounds shitty, amigo," Vasquez admits, reaching over to dig out two cigarettes, offering one to the other man, just in case he wants it. "I think now we're in the middle of nowhere, but it hasn't got a fancy name."