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9The bodyguard in the street was the first casualty. He reached for his sidearm and went down under automatic gunfire. The Snowman’s other bodyguard grabbed his boss pulling him behind the Suburbans, and into the back door of the lead vehicle. Bullets dinged against the vehicle; sparks sizzled in the air.
Mama Lopez was still manoeuvring herself into the high-clearance SUV when the gunfight started. She turned to behold her son and his bodyguard, sprinting around her Suburban’s tail. Her eyes widened at the sight of the g*n in the bodyguard’s hand.
“Why does he have a g*n, Juan!” she chastised.
Then her son drew his gold-plated sidearm and she would have none of it. She planted her feet firmly on the street, hands akimbo and glared at him, “Why do you have a g*n!?”
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