Chapter 7: The Hostage
Chapter 7: The Hostage
When they returned to the warehouse, the heavy iron doors were blown wide open. The scent of cordite hung heavy in the air. Rosa dropped the files, sprinting inside. The makeshift bed was empty. Elena was gone.
Pinned to the wall with a tactical throwing knife was a note on heavy, expensive stationary. Bring the papers to the shipping yards at midnight. Or the mother and the bastard burn.
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Daniel punched the brick wall, his knuckles splitting. "Alejandro tracked the burner phone I used to hotwire the car. It's a trap."
Rosa knelt, picking up the fallen documents. Her face hardened, the fear giving way to a cold, calculated rage. "Yes, it is a trap. But not for us. Alejandro thinks he is dealing with a terrified maid and a rogue bodyguard. He doesn't know we are going to war."
