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It wasn’t.
It was mine.
Somehow, along the way, I’d fucked up.
They knew who I was.
They tracked us to my place.
Then they ambushed us.
So they could get her.
But who?
Who got her?
The original cartel? Or the ones who’d stolen from the cartel?
It was impossible to know without looking them up, as much as my heart fucking seized at the idea of not jumping in the SUV, peeling off, and trying to find her.
There were too many streets, too many different directions to go in. I would never find her by being impulsive.
“Where are you going?” Barry asked.
“To check my cameras, so I can find these fuckers,” I said, rushing forward, ignoring the wave of nausea that assaulted me as I moved. There would be time to baby my concussion later. When Shale was safe again. When all the fuckers who put a single finger on her suffered for it.
I ran upstairs, cursing at my security system as I unlocked it, then rushing toward my laptop to power it up.
“What can I do?” Barry asked, voice tight as I fumbled for my phone as I scanned through my camera feed.
They must not have realized it was there, as the building itself didn’t have a system. But when you dabbled in my line of work, you knew how invaluable it was to have eyes everywhere. So I’d put my own discreet ones up. But they were walking around freely, completely unconcerned with being seen.
“Got you,” I hissed, pausing the screen, then snapping off a picture to send to Andrés Alcazar.
My phone rang not a minute later.
“Yeah, I know ‘em,” A said, voice sounding tight.
“Who are they?”
“Part of my old crew down in Mexico before I took over,” he explained. “The short one. That’s Jorge.”
“Do you know where they might be staying? They took Shale.”
“Took her?” he asked. “Where were you?”
“Getting knocked out half a dozen feet away.”
“I got some leads,” he said.
“Give me an address,” I demanded.
There was a pause.
“A, they have Shale,” I reminded him, not caring how much desperation was slipping into my voice. I was desperate. He had a woman. He understood.
A sighed, then rattled an address as I rushed through my loft to grab some weapons before flying out of the building.
