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Golfito, 2003.
Baldwin did not wait for Heckenrath to come out of the hotel. He walked around ‘El Barco’ to have a look at the back entrance of the bar. Although, considering the number of prostitutes that were taken down to the bureau, brothel would be a more appropriate name than bar.
Sergeant Baldwin stared into the bushes at the back of the building. He knew it wouldn’t take any experience to get away unseen through the backdoor. Anyone would succeed to escape into that wilderness. He turned around to have a look at the building itself. The bar was situated downstairs. The second floor had rooms where the men could spend some time with one of the girls. No secrecy about that. Every visitor knew. So did the police. It was the third floor that puzzled Baldwin. Small windows with ir
