Page 53 of Resurgent
“We will,” she corrects.
“Well, ‘we’ have four days to figure it out, or the drug cartel is going to be the least of my worries. Double-crossing the CIA is much worse.”
“But you didn’t double cross them. He knows you didn’t.”
“But if I don’t find the guns and finish the job, it won’t matter. It doesn’t help that I’ve already spent some of the money trying to get out of this mess. Wait… The money was wired to my account in the Caymans from my contact inside the cartel. Martin said he’d already paid me. What the hell happened to that money?”
“Kenzie has it,” Charlotte says. “It was in your bank account. She wondered where it had come from. She used part of it to fund the things she was completing on your bucket list.”
We’re both silent, lost in our own thoughts. After a minute, she says, “You know how I said on the plane that you’re just like me? That we’re both control freaks, just in different ways?”
I nod. She’s still sitting in my lap, her face just inches from mine, and there’s something vaguely familiar about the ways she rubs the scruff of my beard with her palm.
“Focus!” she says with a soft laugh, her hand on my chin drawing my gaze back to hers. “Like I was saying, we’re kind of the same. So I started thinking what I would do if I were you. I would have moved the guns to where I needed them to be. I wouldn’t have wanted to go back to Malaysia to get them. Too much could have gone wrong.”
I stare at her. “You think they’re in Mexico?”
She nods. “Why not? Right under their noses.”
I think about my passport, my determination to spend all the money from the drug cartel in Mexico. And something vaguely familiar about the stars when we were there…a tease of a memory, just out of reach. I sigh. “Maybe.” There’d been more to go on coming to Malaysia, and it turned out to be a dead-end. But I’ve got nothing else.
