"Get behind this pillar, quick!" Duarte had a small pistol in his hand. He stood watching the Rolls roar across the Plaza and disappear into the alley leading to the Avenida de la Liberacion.
"It's almost like old times," Hall said.
"He tried to kill you, Mateo."
"Better put your gun away. And we'll have that drink first, I think."
"I'm going to phone for a car from the Mexican Embassy from the next phone, chico. Those bastards weren't playing."
"Put the gun away. It was a bluff."
"You mean you expected it?"
"Hell, no! I didn't think it would take so soon. But they had no intention of killing me tonight."
"The Arrows?"
"I think so."