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In the Way
When Jim knew Silvia would go to Buenos Aires with a friend, he told their road manager Tim Costa he needed two full-access passes for Argentina. He didn’t want anything to come in her way to get to him in any situation.
“Okay, I’ll email the local producer,” said Tim. He noticed Jim’s look and smiled. “Give me the full names and some ID number, so they can go pick up the passes before we get there. I’ll warn the locals to wait for them.”
Jim knew a thousand ways that could go wrong, so he turned to Deborah, dead serious. “I ain’t playing unless she’s at the stageside, Deb.”
“Okay, but who is she? Someone from the local Squad?”
“She’s a friend.”
“Don’t worry, Jim. We’ve got this,” she replied, just as serious.
“You better.”
Tim hardly waited for Jim to leave to turn to Deborah. “A friend?&
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