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As soon as John’s car leaves, Kim comes out of the house. She’s beautiful in a white caftan with embroidered flowers, her hair long, her feet bare.

“What did he say?” she asks Doc.

“What do you think?” Doc asks.

Kim shakes her head.

“What?”

“I don’t like him,” Kim says. “I never have.”

“I love him,” Doc says. “He’s like a son to me.”

“You have a child.”

“That I never see.”

“I’m not living in Mexico,” Kim says. “I’d go insane.”

“I’d like to see her sometime.”

“It’s better this way,” Kim says. “I have to get back soon. Shall we go in?”

They go into the house and upstairs to the bedroom. The shades are pulled and the thick walls keep it relatively cool.

Still, they are sleek with sweat as they make love.

Don Winslow

The Kings Of Cool

Baja, Mexico 2005

Well, Papa, go to bed now, it’s getting late,

Nothing we can say will change anything now.

— BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN, “INDEPENDENCE DAY”