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Chapters (49)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Epigraph
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. EPILOGUE
  49. Teaser chapter

Gage turned to Abby, who stood in the doorway. Her chin was firm, her mouth set. Beneath her T-shirt, he could see the faint outline of the holstered revolver clipped to her waist.

The engine fired, and Trace pulled the Hummer out into the street. Gage checked his watch. “It’ll be close,” he said.

“We’ll make it.”

Gage just nodded. With any luck, they would be on time in Mérida. With better luck, they would live through the night.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

ABBY TURNED ON HER PHONE AND USED SIRI TO GUIDE THEM TO the address in Mérida, a small stucco house painted blue with a flat roof and a single-car garage. This late at night, the area was dark and quiet. The grass in front of the house was stringy and needed mowing. There was a car in the driveway, an older-model black SUV.

Abby prayed Edge, Trace, and Skye were somewhere nearby, but as Edge had warned, Abby couldn’t see them.

Gage pulled the second Hummer up in front of the house and turned off the engine. The front door opened, and four men walked out. The one in front was tall and lean, with thick black hair cut short and a solid, broad-shouldered build. The others were shorter, darker, one with a mustache, one with a goatee, one with a gruesome scar that ran from the corner of his mouth to his jaw.

The tall man stepped away from the others. He was in his late thirties and handsome. “Abigail Holland?”

“That’s right.”

His black eyes shifted to Gage. “And you are Logan.”

“That’s right, and you are?”

“Paulo.” He turned back to Abby. “Your grandfather is not here. If you wish to see him, you will come with me.” He spoke English with a thick Spanish accent. He motioned to the other three men, who formed a circle around them. “Hand over your weapons.”

Gage flicked Abby a glance filled with resignation. Reaching behind his back, he pulled out the pistol he was carrying and set it on the ground.

Abby set her revolver down beside it.

“Santos, you search the woman.” The guy with the scar came forward to pat her down, but he was so intent on feeling her breasts, he didn’t notice the knife she had strapped to her calf beneath the leg of her jeans, the knife Mateo had given her to cut away leaves and vines at the old hacienda. Abby felt a shot of satisfaction.

“Hector, you search the big one,” Paulo instructed, speaking this time in Spanish. The man with the mustache did a pat-down on Gage but found nothing more. Paulo walked over to the SUV and opened the rear passenger door. “Get in.”

Abby started walking, but Gage caught her arm. “Where are we going?” he asked Paulo.

“You will find out when you get there. Get in the car.”

“We’ll follow you in our own car.”