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“He’s good for a poker game and a bottle of whiskey.” So Kart had an agreement with the local police department? “I don’t trust anyone, but it pays to know the people around you.”
She shifted in her chair. “In case he makes trouble for you, you’ll know how to hit back at him and make it hurt?”
He hauled her to her feet. “Now you’re getting it.”
Kenna nearly tripped. She wouldn’t have bothered catching herself but didn’t want to wind up bleeding. The bustle of humanity—and freedom—around her wasn’t comforting. It was more like torture. Being so close to losing them in a back alley when she made a run for it with all the strength her legs could muster.
But then what would Jax do?
She’d only be leaving him to his fate while she saved herself.
They sandwiched her in the back seat again, with Kart beside her this time while one of the others drove. Kenna didn’t care who. She had a thirty-minute car ride to gather some semblance of strength with which to face the next fight.
The one where she had to find a woman. Or at least pretend to.
Months ago she’d infiltrated a ranch belonging to Sheriff Elliot Preston’s brother. Along with a young migrant worker, she’d found a group of captives the brother had been using to work his property. She’d set them free, and they had killed Brian Preston. A few of them had headed to find the rest of the siblings next, including Elliot, bent on revenge.
Weeks later Elliot had been on TV talking about surviving an assassination attempt. But why be so public about it if he intended to kidnap Kenna and get his revenge?
Maybe the attack happened in a way he hadn’t been able to hide, and he’d doubled down by going public.
All the while plotting to come after her.
The young migrant worker, Luca, had married the woman he returned for.
Camila.
Navarro’s girlfriend. A woman who’d been pregnant last time Kenna saw her—with the cartel leader’s baby? Perhaps he was more concerned with retrieving another heir than the woman carrying the baby. Or he genuinely cared about her.
But she’d been in Colorado, and a captive. Did that mean Kart had sold her off through one of his channels to get back at Navarro? Or someone else used his routes to get her to Colorado.
She could hardly ask Kart if Camila had been trafficked to America without tipping her hand and letting them all know she knewexactlywhere the girl was.
Well…not exactly.
Maizie could probably use her tech know-how to find where Luca and Camila had settled. But Kenna couldn’t say without that information. And that was how it would stay if she had anything to say about it. That way no one could compel her to tell them where the two had gone.
Luca and Camila and their baby would be safe.
It was all that mattered.
A phone chimed three times in succession. Benjamin, in the front seat, said, “Elliot’s foreman wants a delivery when the sheriff returns to Colorado.”
Kenna tried to figure out what that meant.
The sheriff was coming here, and when he went back, he wanted a “delivery.” Could be a lot of things. It didn’t necessarily mean…
“Round up half a dozen who want a better life in America.” Kart glanced at her. “Adults.”
Someone snorted. “Right.”
She didn’t know if they were reacting to the misbelief—the hope—these people would have for a better life. Or her request they not be children.
“Adults who can work.”
Benjamin said, “I’ll call the doc and set up…” His voice trailed off, and he swore.
Kart leaned in front of her to look between the front seats. “They dead?”
