Austin, Texas
"A chance? What are you talking about?"
Schmidt bit his lip and cocked an eyebrow. "After Jorge was 'wounded' . . . when he got out of the hospital . . . I . . . ah . . . made him a little present.
"Something . . . um . . . special. I doubt he would throw away a present . . . not this kind surely."
The governor's eyes widened. "You didn't?"
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