Ripton sticks the shotgun out the window, still smiling, and shoots both of them.
Pretty soon Pascal Martínez shows up for some of that good old Saturday-morning time and a half. He’s got Miguel Rivera, his amigo, with him. Ripton waves. Pascal waves back. He parks on the other side of the field office, and then he and Mig walk around to see what Ripton’s doing here on Saturday morning, and at this ungodly hour. Ripton sticks the shotgun out the window, still smiling, and shoots both of them.
