He left the room.
Dean made a call to Malago first, asking him to arrange for a few people to keep an eye on Marina and then requested two unregistered handguns.
Thanks to their previous cooperation, Malago soon arrived with his men and tossed a small bag into Dean's hand. "Here, take these two little toys. Homemade. Fresh off the line, never used. Call me if there's any issue."
He didn't even ask what Dean needed the guns for.
"Thanks, I owe you one."
After Dean checked the handguns and bullets, ensuring everything was fine, he drove with Harry to the address Marina had provided.
It was a remote motor inn about thirty miles outside the small town of Del Rio.
These kinds of places were a characteristic feature of the United States. Especially in desolate, uninhabited areas, some people would set up such places by the roadside, offering lodging, food, car repair, and even fueling services—all in one.
