?This is very urgent!" the man with the thick mustache said to Sixta as he pushed his head past the sliding glass window that separated her office from the waiting room. Sixta looked beyond him to another man, who was pacing the waiting room, slamming a clenched fist into his open palm. "Who sent you?" "El Cabezón! You don't have to know him, just ...
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