A man in sunglasses approached us. He had a stern, yet calm, look on his face. He said he was a narco-control officer. He quickly flashed an identification card and tucked it into his trench coat pocket. He didn’t have a uniform.
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Volume 4: Pigeons in Plaza Murillo
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A man in sunglasses approached us. He had a stern, yet calm, look on his face. He said he was a narco-control officer. He quickly flashed an identification card and tucked it into his trench coat pocket. He didn’t have a uniform.