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“Kartom.” Navarro pulled out a chair and sat across the table from them.
Kenna and Kart were on one side, surrounded by his people who were there to watch his back. Navarro occupied the other side, his men protecting him.
Would this end in peace, or bloodshed?
She didn’t much care what happened to their respective businesses, except what was in her power to break down and destroy. What Kenna cared about were the innocent people who would get caught in the crossfire.
“Navarro.” Kart took a sip of his coffee and set the cup down.
Kenna glanced at the cars that eased by slowly, watching their conversation. The locals had to know who Navarro was, but maybe they didn’t know Kart. Like the grocery store owner in a dirty apron who moved to stand on his front stoop and watched them.
A couple of doors down, past a shop that had been boarded up, she spotted a priest and studied him for a moment. She had met a priest in Albuquerque and this guy reminded her of him, though it was too far to see more than just the basic similarities of graying hair and that white collar with his black shirt and pants. Short sleeves, and dark-skinned arms.
It was simply his age and his uniform that made him familiar. That need she had for connection right now.
The priest stood in a doorway, inset back from the street, and a gray-haired man approached. From the back he almost looked like Stairns.
Kenna watched until her eyes burned, and she had to blink. Straining to see who it really was, while at the same time she couldn’t let anyone around her know she might’ve seen a friend.
Had Stairns really come down here?
Maybe he’d been in the area for days. Since she and Jax had been kidnapped. He could’ve been trying to find her this whole time and then figuring out a way to rescue them both.
Is this it, God?
She could cause some kind of diversion as soon as they got back to the compound. Let Stairns help her get free.
The priest motioned all the way over to where Kenna sat with these men. At least, that was the direction he waved. The man he spoke to—Stairns, or not—didn’t turn back to look. Did he know?
Kenna’s stomach clenched. The coffee made it so she wasn’t quite so hungry, but she hadn’t eaten much beyond a couple of protein bars and half of a stale peanut butter and jelly sandwich in days. Kart’s chair scraped the concrete. He stood at the same time Navarro did, both men practically spitting fire. She’d completely tuned out their conversation.
What was going on?
Kenna poured herself some more coffee, trying to act like she was stone-cold and cared about nothing. “If you kill each other here and now, it would solve a lot of my problems, so feel free to shoot each other in the street.”
Navarro shot her a glance. “You find people.”
Kenna said nothing.
“It’s not a bad idea.” Kart put both hands on the table, his body leaned toward his enemy. Nothing but males posturing so they appeared strong in front of each other.
Whatever they were talking about, she wasn’t interested.
“I have no reason to help either of you.” She didn’t even want to be here. No one was making sure Jax survived. They also weren’t back at the compound interrogating him so that was at least something, but it wasn’t much.
Navarro glanced at Kart, then they both sat. “You find people, and your friend and I have the same problem.”
Not Kenna’s friend.
Kart said, “Missing product.”
“You’re talking about people.” She glared at him. “Right? Just so we’re clear what kind of scum both of you are.” She waved a finger between them. “The kind of people who prey on innocent lives to make money. Who consider a person to be property.”
Kart’s eyes flashed as he chuckled. “So high and mighty.”
“I’ve never broken the law the way you both do. And I am far from broke, so it’s not like I need the money.”
Kart huffed. “How is the view from up there on your pedestal?”
