A struggling waitress spotted the red laser on a crime boss’s chest—and moved before anyone else even understood the danger.
The line between life and death was no more than a fraction of an inch.
That tiny margin was all that separated a tray crashing to the floor from a bullet that would have pierced the heart of one of Mexico City’s most feared men.
Most people freeze or run at the sight of a gun. Most people panic when chaos erupts.
But on a rainy night in October, Mia Linares did neither.
She noticed the red dot first.
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