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Kart hauled her up by her elbow. “No kidding.”
Before she could say anything to the contrary, he dragged her the opposite direction from Jax. “If he dies—”
Kart cut her off. “Yeah, I heard you the first time.”
The door at the far end of the hall slammed open. But it wasn’t a gunman. Kart lowered his weapon and Benjamin stepped inside. “They winged Anthony, but I think we’ve got them on the run.”
Two men knocked him aside and raced inside. Guys who had been working around the compound in buildings she had never seen the inside of. No telling what they did in those. She only knew that she could hear deliveries and pickups at all hours of the night. One time she had even thought she heard a helicopter arrive and depart.
Kenna planted her feet and straightened, lifting her chin. “If you let me go, I can make sure Jax stays alive for whatever questions you still need to ask.”
Benjamin looked at Kart, yet another indication that the big man was the one in charge.
Kart motioned with his head. “Go get the fed, Ben.” And dragged her with him.
Kenna tried to keep up. She tripped over her other foot and nearly went down, slamming her shoulder against the wall.
Men ran in and out of the structure while gunfire continued outside. The building shook, and dust rained down from the ceiling.
He dragged her past an open door. She saw an extended room with long tables covered with drugs being packaged. A couple of fireproof safes. People, women mostly, she had never seen.
No one even looked at her. They kept going as though nothing was happening. Certainly not a gun battle outside.
Men with automatic weapons stood around the edges of the room. Each person packaging drugs or counting money wore only underwear, their hair pulled back and masks over their mouths and noses.
“Is that what Elisa is trying to get in on?” Kenna stumbled but caught herself before she went down. “What other parts of the market have you cornered?” If El Falcón was raiding Kart’s compound, it most likely was because Kart’s drug smuggling business was cutting into Navarro cartel profits.
A whole lot more of this situation made sense now.
And yet he wasn’t actively protecting his business? Instead, Kart was leaving it to those men and the guys outside. He was here with her, making sure she got somewhere. Because his cousin, that sheriff from Colorado she had never met—but had seen on TV—was on his way?
She wanted to offer him a concession in exchange for her freedom, but that would sound a little too much like Elisa coming from her lips. She cared about Jax being free a whole lot more than she cared about herself and whatever fate was in store for her. Could she go through with that bargain?
As they continued through the huge building, she spotted the doorway that led downstairs, to the cell where they put her in the early hours and during the heat of the day.
Her head swam.
He was shutting her back down there.
She struggled against his grip on her. “I need to see Jax. I need to know if he’s okay.”
A local man rounded the hall in front of them. One of Kart’s men, who started when he spotted the boss coming toward him. He blustered. “I was just…checking on things.”
Kart lifted his gun and shot the man in the head.
Kenna flinched and turned away. Far enough she spotted a man behind them creeping down the hallway. Dark hair, jeans, and a shirt. Beat-up dusty running shoes. A revolver in one hand, and a pistol in the other he’d most likely retrieved off a body or from somewhere else in this compound. If he wanted to kill Kart, she wasn’t going to stop him.
She lifted her gaze to his face and swallowed a gasp. Maybe she was unconscious. That could at least account for why it seemed like her past had been manifested in front of her, the thought she’d had about that FBI agent earlier. Like a waking dream because she had just a while ago remembered him.
The agent she knew in Quantico.
An undercover who had disappeared, never to be seen again.
He was here.
ChapterThree
nine years ago
