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At least there weren’t any Castillo cousins haunting the bar at the La Fonda Hotel. Ava had already confirmed this by casting a surreptitious glance around the place as the hostess — luckily, a civilian — seated her and Gabriel at a table around the corner, near the little stage where they had live entertainment on the weekends. But it was a weekday afternoon, barely three o’clock, and so the bar was empty except for several older couples, obviously tourists, and a loud group of women at the bar’s one large table…women who were probably on their third or fourth margarita, by the sound of it. While they were annoying, they didn’t pay any attention to Ava or Gabriel, except for a few of them giving him an admiring glance before they returned to their drinks.
If he’d noticed how raucous t
