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“Up, you gringo f**k!”
Pain shot down Spike’s spine, and his eyes flashed open. Another strike to his back, and he rolled over, battered ribs grinding against the concrete. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, and he squinted. Gabriel’s face deepened from red to purple, and Spike scanned the room. No oaf today?
“What the f**k did you do?”
Spike frowned and shook his head. Other than peeing in his usual corner and starving to death, he hadn’t been doing anything.
“This has something to do with that message you left.” Gabriel’s leg reared back.
“What are you talking about?” He rolled away from the swinging boot.
“That cryptic bullshit you said on the phone. You told them who I was. What I was up to.”
“There’s no way I could have fit all that into eight words.” And he’d thoug
