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“Arrested? Where?”

“Yes. I don’t know where.” For all she knew he could have been in the same camp, in the middle of nowhere.

“Are you sure?” he asked, incredulous. “It hasn’t hit the news.” And something as huge as Victor Ayala being arrested would surely hit the news in several countries.

“Yes. I’m sure.” Was it too much to ask that he take her word on this?

“Hold on a minute.” Leonard was quiet for a few heart-stopping seconds. They had to hurry. No telling when and if someone would come check on her. “We’ll need to come up with a plan. I was heading to the ranch—”

“We need to find him a lawyer.”

“Okay. Let me make some phone calls and I’ll come get you.”

Come get her? She couldn’t exactly take off with him. Especially not while she was trying to help clear her father’s name.

“Or don’t you want to see him?” Leonard asked, with a note of censure.

Guilt needled its way through her. She paused, searching for the right words. He’s your father. How could you not realize it wasn’t him on the phone? He’s facing the death penalty. Death penalty. You missed the clues and let him walk into an ambush. Oz didn’t text. Oz didn’t check on her at random. Oz didn’t ask if she needed money. Why didn’t she question what happened? And why would this person reach out to her? Why not Leonard? Should she ask him? In the back of her mind, Vix shook her head vigorously. “Of course I do,” she finally answered. Doubt whispered in her conscience. What would Rio say? Well, she’d been let off her leash to a certain point. The guy sitting outside was to keep people out. Should she go? She’d never expected to have the opportunity to see Oz. “Okay, I’m at the Flamenco Hotel in Saltillo. Come around back.”

“Perfect. I’m not far. Give me an hour or so. I’ve got a guy that can get him out.”