Detective Hoodoo instructed Gularte and I to depart the beach scene, as he and the ‘team’ of lifeguards would handle the situation from then on. He’d already given that order but neither Gularte nor I had moved. Instead of re-issuing the earlier command he murmured under his breath, “Beach Boy, take your Mexican clone and get the hell out of here. Reserves aren’t needed for anything but washing cars and putting out the garbage.”

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