Authors: Thomas Laird
‘Johnny’l
l
kil
l
yo
u,
Marc
o.
He’l
l
cu
t
yo
u
ope
n
lik
e
yo
u
di
d
al
l
thos
e
wome
n.
’
‘Yo
u
mea
n
lik
e
I’
m
goin
g
t
o
d
o
t
o
yo
u?
’
Sh
e
begin
s
t
o
wee
p.
The
n
sh
e
trie
s
t
o
catc
h
m
e
fro
m
th
e
floo
r
wit
h
a
kic
k
tha
t
I
easil
y
sideste
p
.
‘Com
e
o
n.
Yo
u
can’
t
fuc
k
m
e
anymor
e
i
f
yo
u
kil
l
m
e.
’
She’
s
pleadin
g.
I’
m
enjoyin
g
th
e
momen
t
.
‘Marc
o,
pleas
e.
Jesu
s,
pleas
e
...’
Thi
s
ha
s
gon
e
o
n
lon
g
enoug
h.I
don’
t
fee
l
saf
e
i
n
thi
s
farmhous
e.
Th
e
polic
e
wil
l
b
e
her
e
soo
n.
It’
s
inevitabl
e.
Tha
t
Chicag
o
co
p—
Paris
i—
he’l
l
b
e
o
n
m
e.
He’l
l
fin
d
m
e
ou
t
her
e,
s
o
I
hav
e
n
o
option
s.
I’v
e
go
t
t
o
leav
e
everythin
g
behin
d
m
e.I
mea
n
everythin
g
.
‘N
o,
Marc
o,
n
o
…’
Ellen’
s
fla
t
o
n
he
r
bac
k.I
ca
n
se
e
th
e
re
d
lin
e
acros
s
he
r
throa
t
.
‘N
o
one’l
l
wan
t
yo
u
no
w,
M
s
Fortun
a.
N
o
one’l
l
wan
t
yo
u.
You’r
e
ugl
y.
Yo
u
wer
e
alway
s
ugl
y.
A
s
ugl
y
a
s
th
e
on
e
befor
e
yo
u.
Tha
t
wa
s
a
lon
g
tim
e
ag
o.I
remembe
r
he
r.I
remembe
r
wha
t
sh
e
di
d.
Nothin
g
washe
s
i
t
awa
y.
Yo
u
kno
w
tha
t?
Yo
u
wer
e
alway
s
ugl
y,
bu
t
i
t
wa
s
you
r
uglines
s
tha
t
attracte
d
m
e
t
o
yo
u.
Di
d
yo
u
kno
w
tha
t?
’
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stic
k
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th
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lef
t
sid
e.
Sh
e
blurt
s
ou
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wha
t
passe
s
fo
r
a
screa
m
.
‘Ho
w
man
y
time
s
ca
n
I
perforat
e
yo
u
befor
e
yo
u
ru
n
ou
t
o
f
nois
e
an
d
bloo
d,
Elle
n?
Hu
h?
Ho
w
man
y
time
s?
’
He
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eye
s
follo
w
th
e
han
d
wit
h
th
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knif
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a
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rais
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an
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blad
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abov
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m
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righ
t
shoulde
r
.
*
It’
s
a
lon
g
fligh
t
t
o
centra
l
Mexic
o.I
don’
t
le
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anyon
e
handl
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thi
s
par
t
o
f
th
e
operatio
n,
o
f
cours
e.
I
t
i
s
wha
t
yo
u
migh
t
cal
l
to
o
delicat
e—
dealin
g
wit
h
Guerrer
o
.
Hi
s
nam
e
mean
s
‘warrior
’,
I’
m
tol
d.
H
e
i
s
m
y
connectio
n
no
t
onl
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t
o
th
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ric
h
an
d
corrup
t
i
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Sout
h
an
d
Centra
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Americ
a
an
d
Mexic
o,
bu
t
t
o
thos
e
i
n
Europ
e
an
d
Asi
a
a
s
wel
l.
Ther
e
i
s
a
larg
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communit
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American
s
wher
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m
heade
d,
an
d
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insist
s
tha
t
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love
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dealin
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wit
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s
.
I
us
e
a
privat
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je
t,
courtes
y
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f
th
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Outfi
t.
It’
s
th
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leas
t
the
y
ca
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d
o
t
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accommodat
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ou
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busines
s
ventur
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Bu
t
th
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tri
p
alway
s
tire
s
m
e.
I
t
remind
s
m
e
o
f
al
l
th
e
ai
r
tim
e
I
endure
d
durin
g
th
e
Gul
f
Wa
r.
An
d
th
e
rid
e
i
s
equall
y
uncomfortabl
e
comin
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dow
n
her
e,
eve
n
o
n
day
s
o
f
clea
r
weathe
r
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