"I said he was full of s**t, didn't I?" Quincy jabbed a finger at Enrique's chest. "He did have a Gowdy connection!"
"Oye, cerebro burrito!" Enrique swatted away Quincy's hand. "Did I not say I might know 'a little somethin'-somethin'?'"
"But you weren't actually going to tell us what it was, were you?" Quincy grabbed the front of Enrique's olive drab shirt and gave him a shake. "The only freason we know is because Luanne fold us!"
"That's enough." Hannahlee stepped forward and clamped a hand around Quincy's forearm. "Maybe Mr. Bocagrande would like to give us some more details."
Quincy let go and stepped back. "Very well, milady. But I assure you, this is not over." Glaring at Enrique, he arched an eyebrow. "Consider 'Loco Bocagrande' stricken from my filk repertoire."
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