Chapter 101

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The Rio del Oro is far enough into the heart of the city to be considered downtown but it’s in a classier section than Dante’s used to. The streets here aren’t as congested as those near where he lives and the sidewalks are swept clean, there’s little graffiti marring the buildings, trash cans and dumpsters are kept behind the stores, out of sight. The bus stops a good two blocks from the restaurant but Dante finds it easily enough—with its fake adobe fa?ade, plastic cactus planted at the edges of a sanded parking lot, and an enormous red, white, and green Mexican flag painted along one wall, the Rio del Oro is hard to miss. Because it’s barely five thirty yet, there are only a handful of cars in the lot and Dante suspects they belong to the hired help. Still, his heart pounds in his throat as he pushes through the door and into the darkened interior of the restaurant.