XAdan: -- tell me what she wants either. She just said come quick.
Filipa: Mama, it's four in the morning. This had better be... Eziekel? Eziekel Osorio?
Zeke: Buen dia (good morning), Filipa. Long time no see.
Filipa: ...what have you done now?
Adan: Ria? Where have you been? Why did you come back here?
Zeke: Wait, Adan is your uncle?
Adan: What were you thinking?
Zeke: Sains, I'm old. And saints, this town is small.
Ria: Nowhere. Nothing.
Adan: You're pregnant?!
Filipa: ...Fuck.
Zeke: Seriously. It's like high school all over again, but now the in crowd gets guns.
Filipa: Mama, it's four in the morning. This had better be... Eziekel? Eziekel Osorio?
Zeke: Buen dia (good morning), Filipa. Long time no see.
Filipa: ...what have you done now?
Adan: Ria? Where have you been? Why did you come back here?
Zeke: Wait, Adan is your uncle?
Adan: What were you thinking?
Zeke: Sains, I'm old. And saints, this town is small.
Ria: Nowhere. Nothing.
Adan: You're pregnant?!
Filipa: ...Fuck.
Zeke: Seriously. It's like high school all over again, but now the in crowd gets guns.
When last we saw.... Zeke - Ria - Martina
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Detective MacHenry knows someone wants this case buried -- but Mac can’t let it go. This isn’t the usual murder-for-money: it’s a brutal killing, the kind that hasn't been seen in generations. Not since the men died.
February 10, 2010
Sorry about the lateness. My brother slipped on the ice and split his scalp open to the tune of four staples Tuesday, so between that, covering for him at work, and various appointments and commitments of my own I'm scrambling. Buffer. Yeah. Wasn't I going to get one of those?
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