El Pozo — 1:33 AM
The masked woman didn’t flinch. She stood perfectly still, pistol in hand, eyes locked on Alex.
“No sudden moves,” she said finally, her voice low but precise—accent indeterminate, clipped like someone who’d spent a lifetime learning to sound like nobody.
Alex raised his hands slowly. “I’m unarmed.”
“That’s funny,” she replied, stepping fo…
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