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Coming out of the bushes was the older gray-haired man Richie had met when he went with Rebecca to interview the Sandoristas. “I had hoped you might kill yourselves on that cliff and save me the trouble, but no such luck.”
“Henry Highfield,” Rebecca said. “What’s going on?”
Richie could all but feel her trying to figure out a way to disarm the Sandorista. He wondered if the guy’s wife was nearby or if old Henry was going it alone out here.
“First, slowly put your gun on the ground and then kick it over to me.”
“I’m not giving you my weapon,” she said.
“You will unless you and your boyfriend want to get shot. And if Marta hears shots fired, she just might get nervous and shoot the old ladies in there with her.”
Richie silently thanked God that his mother wasn’t in the scrap heap n
