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A door slammed open ahead of them.
Kart shifted her far enough aside to lift a pistol and squeeze off two shots into the man’s abdomen.
The gun fell before the man did, and Kart shoved her toward him. “Ask who sent him here. And if you pick up that gun, I’ll kill you.”
The man clutched his stomach, blood all over his shirt. She didn’t want to know what his flesh looked like underneath.
She stumbled and set a hand against the wall, twisting back. “What?”
“Ask him,” Kart’s tone was lethal. “Who sent him here.”
She turned more so she could see Jax, who lay on the floor facing the wall. He still hadn’t moved.Don’t be dead.
“Now.”
Kenna stumbled to her knees beside the man Kart had shot.
He gritted bloody teeth and said something to her in Spanish.
“I don’t speak his language. How do you expect me to ask him anything?” She didn’t even want to help put pressure on the wound when it would only be futile. Kart knew how to kill someone, and gut shots were always nasty. But then she didn’t get to assess whether someone should live or if they died. It wasn’t for her to make that kind of judgment when she had no idea who this guy was.
Maybe this guy was a local freedom fighter.
Or someone who made the wrong choice, like Lola. As opposed to someone like Elisa who seemed bound and determined to better herself in all the worst ways—like somehow becoming Kart’s girlfriend, or whatever she thought she was doing.
“Figure it out.”
Two gunshots went off behind her. Kenna flinched.
The guy on the floor bleeding muttered something he seemed to think was hilarious. Blood bubbled between his lips.
She winced. “Who do you work for?”
This was hardly the kind of questioning she usually did with people. But then, this was a far cry from anything she’d ever done as a private investigator. Or as an FBI agent before that, a short but renowned career that ended after a serial killer kidnapped her and her partner—who also happened to be her boyfriend at the time and the father of the baby she had been carrying.
Bradley had lost hope and ended his life.
She couldn’t lose another man she cared about. She was only just beginning to have deep feelings for, and wanted to see where it could go.
Which would be nowhere…if she didn’t get them out of here.
She shook the man’s shoulders. “Who do you work for?”
He stared at her with glassy eyes. He wouldn’t last much longer. She had seen enough people die in front of her to know that.
She’d need medical supplies to get answers. “You want me to save his life so you can question him and end up taking it when his body gives out? Get me a first aid kit orsomething.”
“Fun as that sounds, we don’t have time.” Kart walked to her and said over her shoulder, “Héctor Álvarez Navarro.”
Kenna had heard that name. El Falcón was notorious in this part of Mexico. That was who Kart thought had sent these men? She twisted around. “You’re going up against the Falcon?”
Maybe he wasn’t as stable as she thought.
“Now I definitely want to get Jax and get out of here.” She shuddered.
The man on the floor muttered something. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his last breath puffed from between his lips.
“He’s dead.”
