Eli stood in the shadows and watched María Elena and Pedro Martin drive off. As soon as they exited the alley, Eli walked around the corner, headed back toward the hotel. He was a couple of blocks away when shouts exploded from across the street.
Sully was surrounded by three men.
Shit.
He ran across the avenue, dodging traffic that honked and came up behind one of the men. Sully was several feet away from a small blanket on which lay some T-shirts and souvenirs. Eli knew from visiting the historical center that fake goods were brought out to the streets for the tourists to buy imitation Gucci, Louis Vuitton, or other souvenirs. The street vendors would stay as long as no lookout called out that the customs police were coming, then everyone grabbed their blankets and would take off.
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