television crackled overhead with frantic news alerts, as uniformed officers filtered through the space. Warren sat at the bar, attention fixed intently on what had begun to unfold behind him, through mirrored reflection behind liquor shelves. “¿qué pasa?” he asked the bartender, between sips of whiskey. through broken english, he responded, “someone shot the deputy minister of defense... police think whoever did may still be in city.” eyes flicked toward the front entrance, as he spoke, where uniformed men had begun to swarm a woman. “they’re questioning all tourists traveling alone.” Warren’s eyes followed, instantly finding her own, just as another set of officers began to approach him. understanding passed between them in a matter of seconds. “baby, where the hell have you been?” he called, loud enough to get the authorities’ attention. as soon as he were close enough, hands reached for her waist, pulling her close, close enough to make his performance impossible to question. “don’t fuckin’ scare me like that, I’ve been looking all over this goddamn hotel for you.”
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