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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 116 of 307 I needed some air. A whisper from within, Calmate, Nefilito. Se trata de un pequeho juego. Disfrutela. Okay, I" could treat it like a game. I could pretend to believe that what we were doing was legitimate. I mean, was anyone getting hurt by my trying to find a woman's street address? Is that where I would draw the line, when someone was getting hurt? If I kept pushing the boundaries of what I was willing to do further and further out, would they suddenly just disappear and I'd be rudderless and completely without conscience? ;Que dramatico estas! "Te chinga." I could cuss at the Buddha of Oaxaca. Cuss words in Spanish always tickled me. "Well, okay. Let's say that I agree to follow her home." I muttered. "Yes, Nephi. Let's say that." Steve said sarcastically, as if there was nothing else for us to say. "If you will scurry through all these cameras here," I told him. "You'll notice that the employees are not exactly coming on shift and off shift through the lobby doors. I've been sitting here long enough to notice a few things. They're all disappearing behind a corner over there, through a door. The one with the plain clothed security guard in the gray suit and all the electronics on his belt." |