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They get in the backseat with one of the gunmen.

He looks to Chon like a refrigerator.

Or a cop.

And he says to Chon, “I don’t care whose fucking kid you are. You try anything, I’ll put two in your head.”

“Easy, Boland,” John says.

“Just so he knows,” Boland says.

“Where are we going?” Chon asks. “A ball game? Chuck E. Cheese?”

“Mexico,” John answers.

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