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Anna twirled a nail between her fingers like the stem of a daisy. An empty duffel bag landed at her feet with a splat, and Art shook the rain from his jacket. “Anything else?”
“A blindfold.”
“Just put some duct tape over his eyes. You’ve already put it everywhere else.” Art glanced at Maurice. Back literally against the wall, arms and legs spread like the Vitruvian Man and held in place by rolls of duct tape.
“It’s not for him. I’m going to play pin the tail on the donkey.”
“Can you really hammer a nail blindfolded?” Estrella asked.
“I can try. I’ll push the nail into a fleshy spot to get it started. Maybe I hit it.” She flipped the hammer in her hand. “Maybe I don’t.” Maurice mumbled into his duct tape gag, and she snapped the hammer his direction. “Zip it, jackass. I haven’t
