From the window of Mark Aston's apartment in the Central American city of Mendoza he could see a couple of hundred yards up the Avenida Almirante Diaz. Which was of no significance to Aston until some people came along who were particularly interested in that view. And he'd have told them to get the hell out if it hadn't been for Juanita Merengo . . .
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