Page 173 of Depths of Destruction

Within three hours, I have all the documentation I requested in my email and take screenshots of it all just in case I need a second copy. I print everything off and mail a copy to Javier and one to Blaise.

The President has a press conference. It's all over the media he no longer considers Naomi or her sister persons of interest.

It's time to do your job.

It takes me a day to get to Belize. I use my fake passport Tinker's friend made me so my activities can't be tracked.

When I get to Belize, Kalim and the other five guys I left behind when Naomi and I took off are there.

"Everything set up?" I ask Kalim.

"Yep. I take it you got everything you needed?"

"All set."

"Good to have you back."

"Any luck tracking Malin?"

Kalim's face falls. "Not since the last time we spoke. It's like they disappeared."

"Hopefully, they will show up soon. There would be bodies if something happened."

"Agreed."

Like many of our missions, we wait until it's nighttime. A smoke bomb is rolled into the main prison area. It quickly makes the prisoners and guards sleep.

We sneak past the central area. My guys shoot serum bullets at the other guards who protect the underground tunnels. It guarantees to knock them out for at least an hour.

I mentally follow the map Naomi drew and I memorized. Within ten minutes of entering the prison, I'm in the dungeon and searching for Nicolas Gómez.

When I locate his cell, he's dirty and thinks I've come to rescue him. He speaks in Spanish, but I cut him off.

I get close to Nicolas's face. "Your brother Santiago speaks English. You do, too?"

His cold eyes are as dark as the cell. "Yes. Who are you?"

I nod at Kalim, who turns on the camera so we have a recording for the President.

"The President of the United States sends a message."

Nicolas's eyes widen, and he spits on the floor. "That pig blames me for his daughter's death. But how do you think she met me, huh?"

I don't know or care about what he's talking about. The only thing I care about is the President gets what he wants and leaves my woman, family, and team of guys alone. And, Nicolas is Santiago's brother. He's just as vicious. If he had been there when Santiago tortured Naomi, he would have jumped right in. So, he's the scum of the earth, and I don't have any hesitation in killing him.

"I'm not here to hear your confession," I tell him and step closer. The thick rope hits the top beam and thuds, echoing in the tiny cell.

In the depths of destruction, there is no moral right or wrong. It doesn't exist.

Nicolas glances between Kalim and me. "Just shoot me, then."

"That would be too easy, wouldn't it?" I reach behind me, and the noose is placed in my hand.

One of my guys carried a chair through the dungeon. The next few minutes involve my team of men fighting with Nicolas to get the noose over his head. Once it's there, they drag him to the chair and make him stand on it. They tie his wrists behind his back, and I get rid of all the slack.

I secure the rope, then walk over to Nicolas. "The President of the United States ordered your death." I lean into his ear. "Your brother will be joining you in hell very soon." I kick the chair from under his feet, and his body hangs in the air, twitching. Choking sounds fill the room, slowly getting quieter until his eyes have popped out of their sockets and there is no more life in him.

Kalim stops the video, sends it to the burner phone I left in the President's office, and we leave the prison.