Henri looks at her in the rearview mirror, eyebrows raised. A puta usually keeps her mouth shut around here. Not that he minds, he's just surprised.

'What?'

Hector is looking at her like she just crawled out from under a rock. But then, he's fifteen and trying to act the big man.

'Shut up. No one wants to hear from you.'

There's the clear sound of a gunshot from down the road. Ramon emerges with four guys behind him, wiping blood off his face. They're in no hurry and just saunter back towards the cars, chatting casually. None of them take any notice of the headlights coming towards them from the other end of the street.