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Chapters (82)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. FORTY
  44. FORTY-ONE
  45. FORTY-TWO
  46. FORTY-THREE
  47. FORTY-FOUR
  48. FORTY-FIVE
  49. FORTY-SIX
  50. FORTY-SEVEN
  51. FORTY-EIGHT
  52. FORTY-NINE
  53. FIFTY
  54. FIFTY-ONE
  55. FIFTY-TWO
  56. FIFTY-THREE
  57. FIFTY-FOUR
  58. FIFTY-FIVE
  59. FIFTY-SIX
  60. FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. FIFTY-NINE
  63. SIXTY
  64. SIXTY-ONE
  65. SIXTY-TWO
  66. SIXTY-THREE
  67. SIXTY-FOUR
  68. SIXTY-FIVE
  69. SIXTY-SIX
  70. SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. SIXTY-NINE
  73. SEVENTY
  74. SEVENTY-ONE
  75. SEVENTY-TWO
  76. SEVENTY-THREE
  77. SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. SEVENTY-SIX
  80. Praise for Blood in the Water
  81. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  82. Newsletter Sign-up

“I don’t think that’s allowed,” the guard responded. “We gotta notify his lawyer, and we gotta set up an interview room. You don’t just go down there—”

“I’m going down there,” she repeated. “If you need to call someone, go ahead. I won’t be long. But I’m in charge of his transfer tomorrow. I’m the special agent in charge of the MS-13 task force. I am going down.” She flashed her badge as though the shield was real and could prevent him from doing anything. Then she stood up and walked to the door. She turned around and shot him a glare, and he reluctantly pressed a button that allowed her into the holding area. She needed him to pass her through two more checkpoints, but she was sure that he would do it. In the hierarchy of law enforcement, she was so far above him that there was little else that he could do.

Carpio’s cell was clean and sparse. It was cement on three sides. There were no bars—just a Plexiglas barrier four inches thick on the front of the cell with an automatic door operated from the control room and holes that allowed for communication, but that were too small to pass anything through. As Kit walked down the corridor toward his cell, she picked up a folding chair that was sitting in front of another cell and brought it with her. She placed it in front of Carpio’s door and sat facing him.

At first his expression barely changed. But slowly, an evil smile crawled across his lips. “You cannot stay away,” he said.

“I wanted you to know that I am here,” she said. “I won’t allow you out of my sight. I wanted you to know that all hope is lost for you. That was important to me.”

“Why?”

She frowned. It was a question that she wasn’t expecting. “Because, you’re evil,” she responded. It was all she could think to say.

“But you know what made me evil. Your country made me evil. What put the darkness in your heart that you feel the need to be here?”

He was still smiling at her, and she wanted to wipe the smile off his face. “Your people did,” she said. “Your people created me.”

“How?” he asked. “How did my people create you?”

The full force of what had happened years before swept over her like a wave, and for a moment it felt as though she might drown. She fought to the surface of her grief, though, and kept her face hard so that he would never see the depths of her pain. “Your people killed my son,” she said. Her voice was steady, even as her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. “Your people killed Ollie, and your people killed my husband Dillon.”