Page 9 of Resurgent
“No. The guy. Tell me about the guy.”
He picks up his beer and takes a long, slow pull, clearly enjoying his moment in the limelight. “It’s been all over the news. I thought Americans were supposed to have free speech and all that shit. That Navy SEAL who smuggled guns out of Iraq and sold them to La Frontera. El Gato paid him, but the poor fucker got blown up in Afghanistan or Iraq or some shit like that before he delivered the guns. Now no one knows where they are, and El Gato’s not happy about it. There’s a reward for whoever finds them.”
“No shit.” I try my damnedest to sound blasé. I never delivered the guns? The drug kingpin must be livid.
“El Gato thinks his sister knows where the guns are. So they kidnapped her.”
The blood in my veins turns to ice as I absorb the rest of what he’s saying. The picture all over the news was of Charlotte. Were the news reports wrong? Do they have McKenzie instead of Charlotte? Or do they have them both?
I force myself to put McKenzie and Charlotte out of my mind. Their lives depend on me acting like I don’t give a shit.Don’t underestimate the power of fuck it. It’s my personal motto, and what’s kept me alive on more than one occasion. The less you care, the better.
“You know where the girl is? The one the cartel kidnapped?” I ask casually.
He nods, wiping his mouth with the back of his dirty hand. “I might…for the right price.”
It takes all my willpower not to finish off the fucker right now. But I need his information. “I got some C-4 explosives…some grenades. How about I throw a few in for free in exchange for a location.”
A few minutes and a hundred dollars later, I have the address of the La Frontera first lieutenant’s summer home where, according to Estevan, they’re keeping the girl until El Gato can get there and talk to her himself. We make plans to meet the following day to complete our transaction, but I have no intention of keeping them. I have all the information I need. Now it’s just a matter of getting to Charlotte, or McKenzie, or both, before it’s too late.
