"I saw a guy I knew, he turned out to be DEA. He wasn’t there looking for Shy, he was just meeting somebody there. One of the people he met recognized me, when he saw me kill shot the agent and started shooting at me. Shy pulled out a pump from under the bar and started shooting back. One of them got behind Shy and grabbed her on the way out the door."
"Did you recognize any of them, Nick?" Wanda asked.
"No."
"What they look like?" Freeze asked.
"One Hispanic male, South American, I think. The other one was white. The Hispanic man’s been shot."
"Damn!" Freeze said, "This is fucked up."
"What happened then, Nick?" Wanda asked. "What about the Police?"
"I got out of there with Shy’s pump and left the cook to deal with the cops."
"Okay, he’s a good man, he knows how to handle the situation," Wanda said.
"That depends on who shows up," Freeze said.
"Where are you staying?" Wanda asked.
"Lucayan Beach."
"Okay, stay there. I’ll call you back after I talk to the cook."
Before Wanda discounted the cal I heard Bobby say, "What’s he been down there, four hours?"
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