EPILOGUE 371

John Nash, as of this writing, remains in the limbo of Philippine immigration custody. In the summer of 2017, Aurora Almendral and I talked our way in to visit him at Bicutan, a wretched open- air detention center housed on a military base in Manila. Nash had been held here for nearly three years without charges, and when he entered the waiting room he seemed nervous and frail. “I wish you’d come earlier,” he said. “I read your stories. I fol- low you on Twitter.” He admitted to working for Le Roux, but denied—unconvincingly, to my ear, based on what Le Roux had told authorities—involvement in the deaths of Bruce Jones and Joe Frank Zuñiga.

The Blue Rock Resort in Barretto continues to be a hub of in- trigue. In April 2013, a man walked up to a table, pulled out a .45, and shot the bar’s owner in the back of the head, execution style. The crime has not been solved.

In 2014, the captain who took over for Bruce Jones on the M/V Ufuk, John Burne, became the only person convicted in the arms- smuggling case. Burne had long since jumped bail and fled the country, but he was sentenced to an eight-year prison term in ab- sentia. In 2016, the Ufuk sank under mysterious circumstances in Manila Bay.

Le Roux’s super-fast yacht, the Texas Star II, after being confis- cated by the DEA, was reused in a dramatic operation to capture a prominent Guinea-Bissau drug kingpin off the coast of West Af- rica. Mechanical problems on board the boat delayed the opera- tion by a month. Afterward, the agency put it up for for sale.

Marcus, Le Roux’s hit man, continues to live freely in South Africa. “Fuck, I’ve already said so much, the last thing I want is people knocking on my door,” he said to me after we’d talked for an hour. “I’ll never be able to put my fucking feet in America, or they will lock me up, I suppose.” He felt he’d paid for the killings in his own way. “I think karma sorted me out for the shit I’ve done. I got divorced, I lost everything. I had to restart. I rebuilt my life, a good job and everything, and now I’m a bit scared because