“It gets better. The lawyer came armed with extradition papers,” Weber said. “Seriously?” “It seems our gun-toting, compact-car-loving friends are getting a free ride back to Colombia, where they’re wanted for murder and extortion.” “Columbia, Maryland?” Nick asked hopefully. “Colombia, South America. Do you want me to draw you a map?” “I’ve played Pictionary with you before. Your South America would look like a three-legged horse wearing a bucket on its head.”
