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“Please, don’t hurry back.”
He walks past them, beyond the large wooden front door, and they follow. As soon as they disappear, I jump off the couch and tiptoe around in search for another way out. But I stop when their voices carry toward me, and unable to help my curiosity, I remain where I am, listening.
“The exchange was made. We couldn’t reach it in time,” the one named Montero says.
There’s a moment of silence before Santos’s voice comes out so gruff, I barely recognize it. “Pinche cabrones. Was the information we received wrong?”
“It was accurate,” Montero tells him.
“The location was accurate, but the timing was wrong,” Andres interjects.
“We managed to capture one of the men,” Montero says. “He’s downstairs. I’ll make him squeal.”
“What could he possibly tell you?” Andres asks. “He’s just a peon. Not to mention that the other supposed trade has nothing to do with him. Santos, we can’t trust this source.”
“We also can’t dismiss it,” Montero adds. “There’s word of another exchange. But the exact details aren’t clear yet.”
“It’s a waste of our time,” Andres says.
“If I ignore it, it could mean the life of an innocent!” Montero argues.
I frown, desperately trying to read between the lines. Downstairs? The life of an innocent? “What do you care about the life of an inno—” My words cut off when I realize I’ve actually stepped out to where they can see me. Montero pins me with a glare so sharp, I’m surprised it doesn’t split me in two.
As if my presence doesn’t alarm him in the least, Santos says to them, “Montero is right. We must maintain contact with his source. The risk is too great otherwise.” Then he turns to him. “Keep me updated on your guest.”
The man nods and leaves, not once looking at Andres, who remains standing there stiffly.
I’m not sure what’s going on here, but I know it’s imperative I get out of this devil’s den. Being around the cartel can be deadly. But being around Santos could be even more dangerous.
“Where’s my cell phone?” I demand.
“Why do you need it?” he replies.
“I want to call my father.”
Santos looks over my shoulder toward Andres. It’s impossible to miss what they’re saying without speaking as I glance between them.
“What?”
Santos’s jaw tightens as he turns his attention back to me. “You don’t remember anything about him?”
“Like what? Santos, just say it, dammit!”
“Your father died five years ago.”
His announcement slams into me like a sledgehammer to the chest, and I stumble back. “What?”
“The night you fell into the river, he was killed.”
“But...” Tears spring from my eyes and I blink them away. “Didyoukill him?”
“It wasn’t me.
“You were there,” I accuse, pointing at him.
He sighs loudly and takes a step toward me. “It wasn’t me.”
“Then what were you doing there if it wasn’t you?”
