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Pablo had to smile. Jack, there s no if , and know this, when it comes to Shane, we ll never be on
the same page. He tuned to the second SUV. Let me know when you have the fiancée. Without
waiting for a reply, he hopped into the vehicle.
Mateo put Kenneth s address into the GPS and they were off.
What s the plan? Mateo asked.
What plan? Spill blood. Get answers.
Mateo chuckled softly. Sounds good.
In twenty minutes, they were at their location. Kenneth Smalls lived above an electronics repair shop
in a rundown neighborhood. Mateo parked across the street. An unlocked gate at a side entrance
provided a quick and easy entrance. Pablo had been ready to pick locks and blast through doors.
Understated worked too.
A dark and filthy hallway led to the lone apartment upstairs. Pablo pulled his Glock, Mateo did the
same. He tried the door knob. Locked. Pablo stepped back, allowing Mateo to pick the flimsy lock. It
took less than ten seconds.
The door swung open with a low creak. Pablo went in first, nose wrinkling at the foul smell that
greeted him. Smells like unwashed ass up in here, he whispered.
Mateo snickered behind him.
Apartment was too strong a word for the tiny place. The men stood in room that appeared to serve as
living room, dining room and kitchen. Loud snores reached Pablo s ears and he turned in direction of
the sound, Mateo on his heels.
He found himself in a bedroom and if he had to guess in the low light, the man on the bed could only
be Kenneth Smalls. Pablo smiled.
Sometimes this shit was too easy.
He flicked on the light.
Kenneth jumped upright. What? His eyes bulged. Who
Am I? Pablo sat next to him on the bed. No one you know, but we do have a mutual acquaintance.
Kenneth frowned. Huh?
Ah. Big words. Someone called me on my phone, Kenneth. Someone I d like very much to find.
Hey man, I don t know what
Pablo swung, smashing the gun into Kenneth s jaw.
Ah God! Kenneth grabbed his face as blood ran down between his fingers.
I m usually a patient man, Kenneth. Not now. Not today. He grabbed a fistful of Kenneth s hair,
thankful for the gloves he wore. You boss is holding someone, a man named Johnny.
Edgar s eyes went wider still.
I want to know where Edgar has him, and where Edgar is now.
Tears mixed with the snot and blood running down Kenneth s face. I just did my job, man. His chest
rose and fell rapidly. I just do my job.
Then you should have been prepared for the consequences. Pablo pinched either side of Kenneth s
face and when the man s mouth opened, he pushed the gun inside. Is he still alive? he asked. Is
Johnny still alive?
Kenneth whimpered. His tears fell harder.
Nod, if that s a yes.
Kenneth nodded slowly.
Pablo pulled out the gun. Did you shoot him?
Kenneth shook, his teeth clicking. Y-yes, he stammered. B-but Edgar took-took out the bullet. He
swallowed then rushed on, He patched him up. Fi-fixed up his side.
Pablo frowned. Why would he do that?
Kenneth s gaze darted all over the place and he slumped in on himself. He s-he said he s selling
him. To the uh, Mexicans.
You don t say. Pablo got to his feet. Where s Edgar now?
Please, you re not Kenneth s eyes pleaded with him. Don t kill me.
Where s Edgar?
At the cabin where he does business. The guy is there. Johnny.
Pablo took a deep breath. He needed to get out of there. As he screwed on the silencer, he spoke
softly. I wish I had more time to spend on you, Kenneth. Show you just how much you fucked up, but
I can t. Shane took precedence. All the time.
No. No. Kenneth clasped his hands together, like he was praying.
Well, that wasn t going to help. Not one bit. Pablo trained the gun between his eyes and squeezed the
trigger. Once. Kenneth fell back against his pillow, wide eyes staring up into nothing.
Br-Brook-Brooklyn.
Pablo squeezed the trigger again. And again. Until Mateo grabbed his hand and pulled him away.
Save some of those bullets for where we re headed next.
Mateo s phone rang as they got back in the SUV. He answered and spoke to Reggie then ended the
call. They have the fiancée. Jack used his badge, made it all official.
At least he s good for something.
Mateo paused. He s scared for Shane, too. He tries to hide it, but I see it.
Pablo grunted. He didn t want to think about Jack. He closed his eyes, formulating his plan, because
he d need one. Call back Reggie. We need to meet up, get some things in place.
Mateo glanced at him. What are you thinking?
I m thinking Edgar is about to get his.
The fiancée s pregnant belly was huge. Her green eyes were wide and wet, fear written all over
her pale face. They d all gathered about a mile away from Edgar s cabin. Pablo voiced his plans.
My superiors know I m here, Jack said.
Pablo ignored him. Jack and his superiors didn t factor into his thought process one bit. Mateo,
Reggie and Freddo had their directives and they fanned out to get into position. Jack stayed in one of
the SUVs, and Pablo got into the other with Edgar s woman.
She remained quiet when he dug into her purse and pulled out her phone.
He found Edgar s number in the recently called log and dialed. The phone rang. Pablo drummed his
fingers on the steering wheel.
Dawna, baby, are you okay?
From the sound of love and worry in Edgar s voice, Pablo had made the right call. This isn t
Dawna, but you can have her. If I get what I want.
He counted to six before Edgar asked, Who is this?
Someone who has no problems hurting pretty Dawna and the baby she carries, trust me.
Dawna sniffled beside him.
He had to harden himself against those sounds. Women and children had always been off his radar,
exempt from the violence, but this wasn t the usual. This was war, he fought for Shane s life and he d
use anything and anyone he had to.
What do you want?
It s funny you should ask that. Tell him what I want, Dawna. He held up the phone and pressed the
speaker button.
Johnny, she cried. He wants Johnny.
Pablo snatched the phone away and put it back to his ear. You heard the woman. I want Johnny. You
want Dawna.
He listened to Edgar s heavy breathing. Fine. Where and when?
Coincidentally, I m about two minutes from your cabin. He smiled when Edgar swore. Make sure
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