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whatever they call it.
    “ We
thought everything was cool. We were going to stay here a week,
then go to Colombia – only we couldn’t take the fucking Hummer to
Colombia – for a week, then to Brazil for a week, then home. He
told us not to spend too much money here so we wouldn’t be noticed,
but we sort of got drunk and got in some shit with the cops. Lucky
that captain or what-the-fuck-ever just dumped our beer and told us
to stop the shit or get the fuck out.
    “ Then
Danny started the shit about some queer and got knocked on his ass.
Some queer kicked his ass and he didn’t even get a lick in. That’s
hard to live down! He started running his mouth and some bigshit
here heard it and said to be careful because this person we were
working for is bad news if anybody causes his name to ever come
out. Danny said we didn’t fucking know the shithead’s name yet, but
we would.
    “ I sort
of explained that Danny sometimes has trouble holding his likker.
He usually only drinks beer but some asshole got him started on rum
or seco or whatever they call it and he was a little wasted. We’d
get him to the hotel and he’d sleep it off. Danny said he would go
to the fucking hotel and shut his fucking mouth when he was
goddamned good and ready and not before. Freddie smacked him and
said he was gonna cause us headaches. He always did when he got
drunk. He’d go to the hotel now or get his stupid fucking ass
kicked royally. Freddie can do it. He’s done it before.
    “ Danny
was still mouthing off, but we got him to the hotel and Freddie
sort of put him to sleep. Not serious, but ‘til the
morning.
    “ Then he
got his throat cut and we think maybe some badass we don’t even
know his name will come after us.
    “ See, if
you know about it there ain’t no reason to come after us no more.
If the fucking turkey just came and talked to us like a man ‘stead
of having to pay some fucking runner-boy to talk to us we’d make
him see we ain’t no problem. We said we’d keep clammed and we would
keep fucking clammed, no matter what.
    “ That was
before they trashed Danny. Now we just want to get out and go back
to the states.”
    “ Do you
know who, the name of the person was who contacted you?” Clint
asked.
    “ We
called him Pedro, but I don’t think that’s his name,” Sam
answered.
    “ I heard
some guy call him Nando,” Larry volunteered. “That guy by the big
supermarket they call Juli – I mean the guy, not the store – Juli –
but I don’t think he’s queer. He don’t act like it.”
    “ His
name’s Julio. It’s a common name here,” Clint said. “So I can find
out what it’s about. You’d be smart to get as far away from here as
fast as you can. If it’s the Russian mafia or the Mexican mafia
this ain’t the
country you want to be in.” (He said that to scare them. There
wasn’t much chance they were involved in anything like
this.)
    “ That
cop, the fucking captain who dumped our beer, said we couldn’t go
nowhere ‘til he said so,” Freddie said. “I only want to get out of
this fucking hole of a country. We don’t fit here. I don’t never
know what the fucking hell is going on!”
    “ I think
I can get them to let you go if you leave the country fast. They
don’t want trouble from those people. I work with the police quite
a lot. Those mafia types tie up the whole department and the courts
are afraid of them and let them go, even when they’re
convicted.”
    Larry and Freddie both groaned. Sam looked
surprised. “You mean some asshole set us up to keep a fucking cop
away from where they were doing...! Fucking goddamned SHIT! You’re
a fucking COP?!”
    “ Sort of.
How fast can you be out? I have to give him so many hours before
they pick you up. You would go, but they’d keep everything you
have, including money except to pay for your flight
home.”
    “ I can’t
get on no plane! I won’t never get on no fucking plane!” Freddie
whined.
    “ We can
get out in ... is