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Mateo flew through the first three skewers. "Sweet as candy!" he laughed, wiping grease from his chin.

By the sixth skewer, the laughter stopped. Mateo’s face had turned the color of a ripe pomegranate. He reached for his water, but Paco slapped a hand on the counter. "Water makes the 'Mentiras' grow stronger," the old man whispered. "Only the brave finish the lie." Pinchitos Caliente Mentiras

This was the "Mentira." Paco told everyone the last piece was the mildest, meant to "cool the palate." In reality, it was a concentrated landmine of habanero and ghost pepper extract. The Night of the Challenge Mateo flew through the first three skewers

Paco leaned over the counter and handed him a small glass of heavy cream. "The lie is never that it’s hot, Mateo," Paco said, a rare smile cracking his face. "The lie is that you thought you were stronger than the pepper." Mateo’s face had turned the color of a ripe pomegranate

"I’ll take a dozen," Mateo declared, his voice carrying across the square. "And keep your 'lies.' I want the truth."