Juarez was like the House of Mirrors at a fair, his mastery of camouflage had even hidden him from himself. He was an actor who played a part in a very dangerous game and who had come to accept that the identity he assumed was in part a reflection of who he really was; an identity that had come to take up full-time residence in his head. Time’s irrevocable vortex had propelled him deeply into society’s dark, murky underbelly and his talent for mimicry metamorphosed him into someone almost soc...