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“Goddamn it.”
Over her shoulder, Gregorio read the message. “I’ll call Inamorata.”
“Thank you.” Hawkeye had agents in every part of the country, ready to act at a moment’s notice. And since they were basedout of Denver, getting someone to the Santos’ home quickly wouldn’t be difficult for them.
Tried… Get in Felix office.
Immediately she fired off a text of her own.
Are you safe?
The fact the woman hadn’t answered the phone terrified Sasha.
Forcing back her frustration, she strode into the bedroom for her coat. “We need to get back in Felix’s office,” she said as she returned to the living room and double-checked that her gun was in her purse.
Gregorio had already armed himself and pulled on a tactical jacket. From experience, she knew the jacket would be filled with tools and supplies they might need.
More than ever, she appreciated him.
“Let’s roll,” he said, striding to the alarm panel.
Gregorio had just opened the cabin’s door when her phone vibrated again.
I don’t know what to…
After relaying the message, Sasha started to type her own reply. Gregorio took her upper arm, keeping her safe and steady as he led her toward his waiting SUV.
Do you have somewhere safe to go?
Gregorio helped her inside the compartment and buckled her into place while she hit the Send button.
The reply came back almost instantly.
No. And I need to be here for Felix.
Even though she understood the woman’s loyalty to her husband, Mrs. Santos had no idea what she—or her husband—was up against.
At the end of this, people might end up dead.
“So is Felix still home?” Sasha asked Gregorio as he turned onto the main road and opened up the accelerator. “Or did he leave again?”
The back and forth text messaging was driving her mad, increasing her tension. They were too far away to be of much help.
Not convinced it would do any good, Sasha nevertheless dialed the woman’s number again. She had to do something. Anything.
This time, Brenda answered.
“Are you safe?” she asked, immediately cutting off the woman’s greeting.
“That horrible man…” She choked on a sob. “He’s gone.”
Thank God for that. Closing her eyes, she sighed. “Is Mr. Santos there with you?” she asked for clarification.
“No. He was only home for a little while. Said he forgot something. He went into his office.”
The ledger?
“Then he left again.”