When the muggers grabbed me, I stayed cool. I’d boxed some, but there were two of them and I’d had a few beers.
Not good odds.
I handed the shorter one the few pesos I was carrying.
He frowned. “Not much here.”
“That’s all I’ve got.”
The taller one pointed. “What’s in your other pocket?”
“What’s in it?”
“Notes, story ideas.”
“You a reporter? This gonna make the paper?”
“No. I write stories, novels.”
“Give it to me.”
My fists came up as I shifted into a boxing stance.
If he wanted the notebook, he’d have to fight.
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