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Someone behind Kenna muttered a comment about the guy that she wouldn’t repeat in front of children or older folks out of respect for their sensibilities.
Cecilia shot Kenna a look that clearly said,I told you so.
“Not using a cup?” Kenna paused. “He’s clearly a criminal mastermind.”
Cecilia snorted, then her light skin flushed a violent pink.
Kenna smiled with her roommate and watched Ramon head to a table, where he sat and watched the room from the corner. The guy was entirely too tuned in to every single person. In a way she often found herself, purely because that was what her father had taught her.
“Whoever he is,” Cecilia said, “I want him posted far away from where I’m assigned.”
Twelve weeks later, both Kenna and Cecilia were sworn in as FBI agents. Her friend’s parents and siblings traveled to the East Coast to see the ceremony.
Kenna had no one in the audience there just to watch her.
Though, a white-haired man in a suit entered partway through the ceremony. After she received her badge, he stepped quietly out the back.
She’d never seen him before or since.
Ramon Santiago was also sworn in as an agent that day, and Kenna never saw him again.
She and Cecilia had speculated about his fate via email several times since. Until the mystery lost its luster. Like her drive to honor her father’s career by wearing a badge of her own had turned to a drive to be the best agent she could be.
Then the news had broken.
FBI Agent Goes Rogue
ChapterFour
Friday night
Cielo Ardiente, Mexico
The door opened, casting light from the hall into the room. Two men strode in, carrying someone between them. They dumped Jax on the floor. He didn’t move.
Kenna swallowed a cry and started to scramble across the floor to him, pushing out all the thinking she’d been doing about that guy from the hallway.
After Kart had shot at him, the man she knew had run off.
Ramon Santiago was here—but gone now. Kind of like the way he’d been in her life years ago: there and then absent. Now he was back. She could almost believe that stress had her see someone who hadn’t been there. After all, it had been years, and it made no sense that she’d seen him.
First, she’d remembered him. Now she saw him?
Maybe she was crazy, like how she looked scrabbling across the floor on her hands and knees.
One of the men moved and pointed a gun at her. “Stay where you are.” That was Benjamin, who had a white bandage on his upper arm.
She shifted to lean back against the wall.
A slender man strode in wearing linen pants and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His dark features were capped by silver hair. In any other situation he would have a kind smile, but right now it was lethal. Like the smear of blood beside one of his shirt buttons. He asked her in English, “What injuries do you have?”
Kenna stayed where she was, leaning against the wall with her legs out straight in front of her. He could plainly see the blood, but she pointed at Jax. “Him first.”
Benjamin snorted.
Kart wasn’t in here for her to remind him of their agreement—that if Jax died, she would kill him. As leader of this group, he was responsible for what happened here in this compound. Kenna was angry enough to abandon all sense of what was right and wrong and simply start shooting.
Just as soon as she got her hands on a gun.
