As I attempted to exit the saloon, I realized someone was leaning against the doorway. The night had become so dark that I couldn't determine who it was until I stood next to her: Josie. I decided that I ought to rely on my rudimentary Spanish.
"Fue capaz de deshacerse de Wynn?"
"Si, senorita."
"¿Cómo lo hiciste?"
"Con amor."
Perfect. Jo is a true professional, though never accepted as such. "¿Dónde está?"
"Te dejaré saber."
I knew Jo well enough to understand that this was all I would get from her at the moment. "Tenga cuidado. Buenas noches."
"Buenas noches, senorita."