Evening was coming on in the city of Lima, noisy as always at this hour. All the sounds of Lima echoing through the air, with the end of daylight. Nippon walked down the steep widen street in San Juan Miraflores, flanked by little shops and eateries, and tall concrete walls, alone. Talking to himself incisively -as often he did. He had left his wife and two young boys to go shopping, she took the small Chevy truck they owned, as he took his late afternoon walk around the neighborhood, and around Cherry Park, where his house paralleled the park that paralleled the Church. It was close to the time he figured she'd be back and so he was on his way back to the house.

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