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“Is he one of the Lozanos?” I murmured.
“No, I don’t think so. Not a family member anyway.”
I hesitated. “Think he has something to do with Evan’s disappearance?”
Again, I received no reply. Santiago was busy using his phone to snap a few pictures, then tucked it away before starting the car. When he pulled a quick U-turn, my mouth dropped open.
“Wait! What are you doing?”
“Taking us home.”
“But we didn’t even confront them!” I protested. “We didn’t talk to them, or try to—”
“If those men have anything to do with your brother’s disappearance,” he interjected, “do you really think they’ll tell us?”
My body listed to one side as we rounded the next turn. He was probably right, I realized. But being right did nothing to dissuade my anger.
“If we revealed ourselves now we’d be playing our hand,” Santiago said. “Would you rather put them on high alert?”
“But Evan—”
“Look, I’m sorry about Evan,” he growled, “buthe’sthe one who got wrapped up in this. Your brother made his own choices. He fell in with the wrong crowd.”
My stomach dropped. The helplessness came back tenfold. “So you’re not going to help him?”
“Help him?” The knuckles gripping the steering wheel turned white. “Look, I don’t know anything about your brother, or how to help him. You’re lucky enough we’re helping you.”
“Me…” I repeated numbly.
“That’s right,” he answered. “That guy Crisco was spotted outside our place the other night. Which means they’re ontousnow, thanks to you and Silas.”
I was beyond frustrated. So pissed off I wanted to scream! Somehow though, I decided it was exactly what he would’ve wanted.
“You must not have any family then,” I declared numbly.
Before my eyes, Santiago’s whole body went rigid. The knuckles gripping the steering wheel actually turned white.
“Because if you did,” I pushed coldly, “you’d recognize the importance of doing anything to help them.”
Fifteen
BRYNNE
“And you’re absolutely sure?” Silas asked again. “Your brother was definitely aroundthisguy?”
He pointed to one of the photos Santiago had taken earlier, now blown up on the computer monitor. The laptop looked expensive. State-of-the art.
“I don’t know the full extent of it, but yes.”
The guys looked solemnly at each other, all three of them. It wasn’t a good look.
“Enough leaving me in the dark,” I demanded. “Tell me what it means.”
Silas, sitting beside me, pushed the foil-wrapped remnants of his burger away and sighed.
“The blond-bearded man’s name is Lucas Almon. He’s a soldier for the Ancella cartel. High-level, too. Almost a boss.”
“So?”
