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Shit! Someone else was looking to trade time for Uvalde. I’d hoped my guy Fercho had the exclusive dirt, but apparently, he was in a rat race to deliver the general. And if Fercho lost, I’d get no bonus . . . Then again, Fercho would likely win, it being a long shot that L. Astorquiza—probably the alias of an angry young man in Bogotá’s bohemian Candelaria neighborhood—would have the proof, or the cojones, to go public against a monster like General Uvalde.
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