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“I’m in the market for some property myself There’s a tortilla factory in the Baja I understand that it ht be available in a fire sale”

“You’re ers Thetables came to alert “Who are you?”

“I represent an organization far bigger than yours”

“You’re a policeman? FBI?”

“No I’ency I’ an explosion near your plant In return for inforift”

The avuncular smile had vanished, and Enrico’s lips were curled in a hurin “Do you take me for a fool? I own this restaurant These men, the waiters, the cook, they all work for me You could disappear without a trace They would swear you were never here What do I care for your pistolas?” he said with contempt “I have dozens more”

Austin kept his gaze leveled on Enrico’s face “Tell me, Mr Pedralez, as a fellow collector, what is your fascination with these old weapons?”

The Mexican seelitter in his eyes, but the terees

“They represent power and the means of power Yet at the same time they are as beautiful as a woman’s body”

“Well said”

“And you?”

“Aside from their fine workmanship, they reer squeezed pre a vital organ by an inch or two They represent the luck of the draw in its most lethal terms”

The Mexican seeued by the answer “You must consider yourself very lucky to place yourself in my hands, Mr Austin”

“Not at all I took the chance that you would be willing to chat”

“You amble I applaud your audacity Unfortunately this is not your day You lose,” he said coldly “I don’t care who you are or who you represent You have drawn the death card” He snapped his fingers again, and the an to move in Austin felt like a fox outfoxed by the hunters