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Chapter 19-2
Six card players were facing her. They had the look of troops who had been left in one place too long and had begun to fester and rot. Their hair was unwashed and long. Most of them wore pants and grimy, sleeveless undershirts. Cards, money, and bottles of rum the color of maple syrup were scattered about the table. He tuned into what Carla was saying in a liquid Spanish he could barely follow. “I do know why you haven’t heard from the Major. I’ve been to the hacienda and can confirm the rumors. He is never going to be joining your card game again.” The sounds of dismay were universal. Actually, after tangling with the CIA, it would be a miracle if he ever saw the light of day again at all. “I only regret that though you’ve done your job well, this is a hostile takeover. I will give
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