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Chapter Six-2
The driver nodded, but Marquez could see his hands were shaking. He gripped the steering wheel fiercely, trying to halt the tremors. Marquez opened the door and eased him out, leaning the traumatized man against the side of the vehicle. “Relax, it is over now. You have earned your money. You would be better if you forgot everything that you saw here tonight. Come, let me give you a cigarette. Let me get my pack from the back seat.” The shot, when it came, shattered the night air; the sounds of the wilderness taking flight and the echoing report of the.45 caliber bullet. The sound of the body hitting the dirt at full force was negligible. Marquez stood and looked down at the body for a moment. The bullet had exploded right in the driver's eye, taking away a section of his head. Marquez mov
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