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Which meant they planned to bury him out here in the middle of nowhere in a shallow grave. No one would ever know what happened to Special Agent Oliver Jaxton.
Kind of like another FBI agent she’d known years ago.
Ramon Santiago had been to Quantico at the same time as Kenna. She hadn’t seen him much after that—thankfully—but who she’d heard plenty of stories about. He’d gone undercover south of the border and turned dark side. Disappeared. Gone AWOL. Whatever it was written off as, he’d never been seen or heard from again. Whether that was because he was a turncoat or he’d been discovered and killed, she had no idea.
A search had turned up nothing.
Now the guy was a cautionary tale.
Kenna turned to look at the sunset on the horizon, where she wanted to be right now. Away from here—with Jax.
She had little leverage, but she would always be exactly who she was.
The daughter of Malcom Banbury.
She turned back to Kart. “If Jax dies, you die.”
He flashed a few teeth. “Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise.” Kenna turned away from him and headed for the last of the crates the girls were loading into the back of the truck.
At least she could say she understood these men. More than she understood the FBI these days. But that understanding meant she’d been targeted, Jax had been caught up in it, and he could die.
Because of her choices.
Elisa’s glance could’ve shot daggers, it was so vicious.
“He’s all yours,” Kenna said.
The girl’s expression flashed confusion.
“You made a serious mistake.”
Kenna could do nothing to save these girls. However they’d landed here, whether by accepting a job or because they wanted a chance to get out of Mexico and find a better life somewhere else. The choice they’d made might’ve been a worse decision than staying put.
Or it might’ve been a choice between two bad situations.
Kenna couldn’t help them. She could barely lift a box. Her stomach ached; it had been so long since she ate an actual meal. No matter how hard she’d worked to keep from being vulnerable ever again, she’d never imagined she would be right back in the same situation.
At the mercy of a dangerous man, while the person she cared about was hurt.
Don’t lose hope.
If Jax didn’t make it…
That sheriff could come. Maybe there wouldn’t be anything she could do to stop him from doing whatever he wanted. Kenna had lost control of her life days ago when that explosion flipped the SUV they’d been in.
She had no power here. No way out, and no idea what condition Jax was in unless they brought him to her or let her go see him.
Kenna didn’t want to spend another night alone on a dirt floor, wondering what the moment she lived through might encompass. Listening to sounds she didn’t want to hear. Or falling into a fitful light sleep full of flashes of what might happen when the sheriff showed up for payback.
“Hey!”
By the time Kenna turned, Benjamin had taken off toward the gate. Anthony stuck to his post, probably about to shoot any of them for doing the same.
The whole compound was surrounded by a chain-link fence. The gatehouse and the two guards were the only thing to block her view of a pickup truck with men in the back, holding weapons.
One of the girls whimpered and ran for her life. Behind Kenna. Away from the gate.
