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“Alma, can I speak with you?” She jumped at the sound of my voice, hurrying over. “I just went to the market for food, and when I got back … what happened? Where is Giada? Why is there blood on the wall?” She was frantic with worry. “Giada is all right, but Nazario tried to kill her. Santino was shot trying to protect her. I got here in time and killed Naz. We’ll need to get out of the country, and I need to know if I can count on you to stay quiet until we do. We need a few hours to get away before Nazario’s men come for us.” Her wrinkled face softened, eyes crinkling in the corners. “Mijo, you were like one of my own. Of course, I’ll do whatever I can to help.” I squeezed her hand, desperately relieved I didn’t have to hurt her. “I’m afraid this means you’re out of a job, though. I’m sor
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