CHAPTER XII
FRANCO'S DOUBTS
Damn, and now how the hell do I get them out of this mess? The situation is complicated and they are clearly in a position of inferiority; what could they do to save themselves? Holy smoke, you write and write and you think you've solved all the problems, then suddenly you're in a dead end and you don't know what to do. Maybe I should go back a bit and try to write something different... Or maybe I could make them believe that... well, maybe it's a stupid thing to do, or maybe it could be alright. Let’s try ... Franco told himself, stroking his chin. He opened the desk drawer and took a new blank sheet of paper.
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Walter bent down slowly to pick up the leather bag that one of the two thugs had thrown carelessly on the ground, took out a small metal object
