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d up the beer by his feet and stumbled down the aisle as if he were drunk

He plopped into the seat vacated by the cartel henchman

López, who had thin lips and a Roman nose, looked at hiuage, so he slurred his words in English

“Who are you guys? Where’s ulp of the beer, which by noarm and flat

“Get out of here, hombre,” López said “This isn’t your seat”

“Hombre? Hey! You must be Mexican! Just like my wife!” He patted López on the shoulder

The o Go away noe’ll o away”

Linc put up his hands in surrender “Hey, ht this was my seat” He looked intently at the bottle in his hand “What do they put in these beers anyway? Must be tangerine liqueur froht of the a buzz”

López stared at hierine liqueur froascar” was his blown cover code phrase Linc briefly narrowed his eyes at López to make it clear he wasn’t really drunk

The cartel assassin didn’t notice the look “I said go,” he repeated “Now!”

Linc went back into his drunk !” He hiccupped “Maybe I should go to the bathrooht here Adios, muchachos!”

The disgusted cartel ave López one last look López nodded ever so slightly

He understood Linc He was in h the stadium restroom

Linc staggered back up the aisle to get set for the coht