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Thethe lay of the balls before him Was he deaf!?

“Are you having fun? Who the fuck do you think you are? Get your ass back to work before I break your legs with that cue”

Still, slowly and insolently, the ht, sinking it effortlessly Then thehe had to keep his full bladder under control

Because it wasn’t a staff member

It was Manuel Perrine

“Oh, but, Teodoro I aht, Tomás?”

Salinas felt so hard tap at the base of his head It was the bore of a shotgun, pressed against his brain ste inside, a sudden free fall through the core of himself

“Just as you say, sir,” To the door

CHAPTER 7

THE MARIACHI BANDS WERE resting and a DJ was playing soe The hout the tent

As the crowd in attendance looked up from their plates, they could see that the entire staff of white-linen-clad Indians was now holding auto over tables, slapping people, sticking guns in faces

The securitydealers in attendance were quickly disarmed and handcuffed Tables were moved aside, and all the chairs were lined up, like at an asse to kill on the spot anyone and everyone duhtest move

A e, holding a microphone

“Hello, friends,” Perrine said in his ely “To those of you who know ain To those of you who are unfamiliar to et acquainted”

He put his hand to his ear as he stared out at the pale, scared faces