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With Duane stumbling between Chad and a hardly better-off Richie, they managed to clear the area past the residence building behind the back of the church. As more sirens sounded, Carla was leading them between dusty sheet-metal shanties propped up by barely more solid houses. Definitely the less attractive side of Maracaibo.
If they had created any alarm among the local residents, the Marabinos were remaining quiet about it. The locals watched them pass, two men and two women all clearly foreigners, dragging a man dark enough that he might be a local between them.
Then the residents melted back into the shadows with a skill born of long practice at self-preservation, which was apparently as effective as Delta training. Their passage through the neighborhood left the barest ripple, a
