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“He escaped.”
“Really now, ¿estúpido? This has been going on for weeks. You’ve let that fucking con-man run away with my money.”
“I’m sorry, but he’s-”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it here, amigo. I let you under my wing and this is how you repay me? Send your men to find him. 8-Ball can’t hide forever..”
“Stanford, honey, have you heard from Stanley in a while?”
“...No, why?”
“He hasn’t called me in a few weeks. I was hoping that he’d contacted you after he asked me for your number.”
“Ma, Stanley hasn’t called me at all. I don’t wanna talk to him, so please stop trying to make us connect again.”
“Stanford…”
“...I… I should probably go. Thank you for your time.”
“I love you, my little genius.”
“...I love you too.”
Click.
The storm is approaching.
SANTA FE, NEW MEXICO NEWS REPORT, 6/24/1980
MAN FOUND DEAD IN A DITCH, REPORTS SAY HE DIED FROM BLOOD LOSS FROM WOUNDS CAUSED BY UNKNOWN PURPOSES.
POLICE ARE INVESTIGATING THE AREA, AND WILL ISSUE INFORMATION LATER ON DURING THE WEEK.