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“You work for these American men?”
Kenna must have made a face—too stressed out to hide her thoughts from her expression.
Hector chuckled. “I see you do not.” He motioned to one of his men, who pulled back the tarp in the bed of the truck.
The smell registered first. The rotten scent of a deceased human, this one lying in pieces in the back of the truck.
“I see.” He turned from the truck bed and took a couple of steps toward her. Measured movements. This guy could dance. And he’d do it until you were dizzy—then he would stab you in the heart and leave you bleeding out on the dance floor.
Not good.
“In case you understand the reference,” Kenna said, “this is probably some kind of Trojan horse situation.”
She had no idea what Kart and his friends were planning along with her delivering a dead guy back to Navarro, but it couldn’t be anything good. Any retaliation had to be swift. Preferably when the enemy was recuperating from their attack. She’d begun reading Genesis a few weeks ago and got far enough to have learned that retaliating when your enemy was incapacitated would turn out in most cases to be extremely effective.
Was that why she felt this anger burning hot in her? Some kind of Old Testament justice mingling with Kenna’s own brand of justice. Creating a kind of soup inside her that was now boiling because she felt like there was no way out of this situation.
She was determined to create a way out. No matter what.
Héctor Álvarez Navarro eyed her. “Beware of Greeks bearing gifts?”
So he did know what a Trojan horse was. “Exactly.”
“And you are the expendable messenger I am not supposed to shoot?”
“I won’t stop you, but I do have an issue with it.”
Not that she wanted to survive just because Kart needed her alive so he could turn her over to his cousin. It might be better for both her and Jax if they didn’t make it out of this situation alive. Though, she could do without being tortured first.
Kenna shuddered.
“You look like you could use a drink.”
Kenna knew a few Spanish words and said, “Agua.”
He nodded as though bestowing a great gift. A king in his own kingdom. He gave orders to his men in rapid-fire Spanish, and several moved away across the gardens and around the house. If she could reach the trees, she might be able to find some cover. But with only desert around them, she would only be hiding until she was discovered.
Not a long-term solution.
They walked in silence down the front path, bricks set into concrete that were nice change from the sand and dust. Bushes. Tall pots with perfusions of flowers spilling out whose scent wafted up to her nose.
“Wow.” It slipped out before she could call it back.
“I enjoy the finer things.” He glanced over, studying her face before he looked at the rest of her. Apparently, he wasn’t all too impressed with dirty Kenna covered in dust and sweat. No surprise there.
Considering the last thing she wanted was to appear attractive to the leader of a cartel, she was as grateful as she was pretty much willing to consider whether she had the stomach to play this scenario that way. Even to save Jax’s life. She would much rather get a gun and kill every single person in this lovely home before she offered up that in exchange for freedom.
“Elisa picked the wrong house.”
He glanced over. “Excuse me?”
Maybe he knew something about Lola. “When your men returned home from their well-crafted attack on the American compound, did they have a young girl with them?”
He chuckled. “Would that I could say yes.”
“They didn’t take any captives?”
“They brought back only what they were instructed to bring.”
