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Golfito, 2003.
Rudd Baldwin tucked his weapon into his trousers. Hoping he would not need it. Knowing he would.
He opened the door to ‘El Barco’. First thing he saw was a bunch of quarreling men. His men. The pimp, who had showed him the way to the brothel upstairs, looked at him from his seat at the bar. He did not even bother to interfere.
“Hey sarge!” Lazaro yelled. “You’ve got some too?”
Now everyone in the bar looked at Baldwin. He could see the pimp at the bar thinking “Army?” No more hiding. He had to move on now.
He opened the door a little further. Everyone in the bar could see the line-up behind him. Baldwin lifted Alisha; he carried her in his arms. A range of young girls followed him and stepped into the bar. The pimp wanted to jump from his seat, but stopped moving wh
