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Interesting.“How much? I’ll give you double to let me go right now.”
He tipped his head back and laughed.
“It wasn’t a joke. You think I’m being anything other than deadly serious? We’re talking about my life.” And her sanity, and whatever it would cost her when Elliott did whatever he was going to do before he killed her.
Kenna didn’t even want to think about that.
“My cousin isn’t a man you cross. Not even for double.”
ChapterTen
Kenna leaned against the wall, the sole of one shoe on the wall. Watching. Across the room the priest from the town of Cielo Ardiente spoke softly in Spanish. Delivering last rites for Lola. Praying over the girl.
Kenna didn’t know a whole lot about Catholicism, but she did understand that this was an important part of the end of someone’s life. She wanted to do what she could whether she got a shot at getting a message out or not. As with anything, it was about what she had the ability to control.
Right now that control was about the freedom she had to make the right choice for a dead girl.
And for her own survival.
It hadn’t been her choice to investigate this for Kart and Navarro. More like something to occupy her until the sheriff came. Until she found a way to get outbeforehis arrival. However, as always the thing God had put inside her, forged in everything she’d been through, the part of her that needed to find peace for others didn’t exactly allow her to let this go.
Especially not with a letter carved into the victim’s lower back.
Multiple murders.
No one to investigate it but her.
She wanted to let it go and worry only about getting out, but the compulsion to find the person responsible was like a living thing inside her.
The priest finished up and moved across the room to her. He wore a robe over his street clothes and held a Bible between his hands.
Did you see my friend in town?she wanted to ask, but Kart and two of his men were in the room with them. Instead, Kenna said, “Do you know if she has family?”
The priest studied her with a passive expression. “Not many have loved ones to care for them down here.”
The sadness of it all washed over her. She pushed out a long breath, still not steady enough to let go of the wall, but she could at least stand on her own two feet.
“You’re not what I thought you’d be.”
Kenna started to ask what he meant, but Kart spoke over her. “Did you bring what I asked for?”
The priest reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial. “The doctor said this should do what you need.”
So much for finding a way to give him a message to take into town. There was no way to ask him if she could use his cell phone, or somehow explain who Stairns might have been. Surely Jax had told whoever rescued him that they needed to come back and get Kenna.
She’d overheard a conversation between two guards. They had no intention of letting her outside the gates anytime soon. Kart had doubled the guard, and everyone was on high alert just in case someone tried to rescue her. Or attack again.
She never would have thought when she decided to go to Washington, DC, to testify that it would end up with her here.
How could she have even imagined this would come from it?
She’d tried to do the right thing. To stand up and tell the truth but manage to protect Maizie at the same time. She’d known it was what God wanted her to do rather than continue to hide under the radar and avoid the entire issue.
And it ended like this?
From her point of view, she had tried to do the right thing and it had all gone down in flames. One attempt to stand up and tell the truth…and the result was a giant failure.
Kart turned to her, and she realized that while her thoughts had been drifting, he had prepared another syringe. She took a tiny step back as he smirked. “I didn’t figure you’d want something from downstairs.”
