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The door flew open.
Too many men filed in, all of them armed.
“Put down the knife,Señorita,”said a voice from the back of the charge as he shouldered his way through. “I think you’ve had enough fun for one day.”
And there he was. “Twisted”. The psychotic freak with the barrels of acid. The real Javier Domínguez.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Brute
“He’s got Greta,” I said, making my first of two stops.
Leeri looked up at me from where she sat in an oversized chair in the suite’s corner.
Her brow furrowed. “She didn’t strike me as a woman who could be easily caught.”
I shut the door behind me, too hard, and the loud slam reverberated through my chest like a gunshot.
“She wasn’t ‘caught’; we dangled her out there like bait.”
“And now he’s snatched her up,” she said, nodding to herself, but then the furrow was back. “But Brute, why would you do that?” she asked.
There was real emotion in her eyes and in her voice, giving me hope thatthisreally still was the girl I’d grown up with.
“We thought he was after Greta and the people she works with—the people who try to do damn good things in this world, Leeri.”
She shook her head. “Greta mentioned something about that, but it’s too small, Brute. He had you running guns up the coast; he was making deals with the Lucianos.” She stopped talking, her mouth still open like she was halfway through a thought.
“What is it, Leeri?”
“A box of psycho photos showed up on your doorstep. Photos that had you searching all over the place, even goddamned ancient temples in Mexico.”
I nodded, not sure what that had to do with this.
“He sent them,” she said, shaking her head slowly like she could hardly believe her own words. “Domínguez sent those photos to you. That was the bait, Brute.”
It made sense—at least, it did now. Those pictures had been the catalyst that drew all the families together and sent them scurrying in the same direction—the wrong direction.
“I don’t give a fuck what he did or why he did it, Leeri. The only thing I care about is finding Greta. We thought, when he had her snatched up, he’d take her back to Mexico.” I shook my head. “We were ready for it. But Iknowhe didn’t take her back there. She’shere.I just don’t fucking know where.” My voice cracked. I don’t think it had ever done that before in my life.
She sighed, put her hands on her thighs, then stood up. “I can help you, Brute. At least, I think I can. But you’re going to have to trust me.”
She’d been a government agent. She’d lied to us, tried to get us arrested. I had very little reason to trust my sister, but the fact was, it didn’t matter. If I didn’t get Greta back…
The gaping fissure in my chest grew wider at the thought, so wide, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that getting her back was the only thing that would close it. Otherwise, Leeri might as well stab me in the back and hand me over to Domínguez. Because I was as good as dead anyway.
“What is it you need?” I asked.
She pressed her lips together, then nodded. “I need a computer with internet access.”
Which she could very well use to warn Domínguez, to let him know we were onto him.
“What do you need those for?” I asked.
“There’s a tracker in Mateo’s cell phone. If Domínguez is here,” Leeri went on, “there’s a hell of a good chance he brought Mateo with him because Domínguez doesn’t fully trust anyone. Mateo might be the face of the Domínguez cartel, but Domínguez pulls every string.”
I looked at her. I’d always been a damn good judge of character, but I was banking everything on this.Myeverything.
