“You got it. Team’s already alerted. Best of the best coming your way.”
I fist my hands, cursing as the truck gets farther and farther away. I pound the dash, willing this damned tiny SUV to speed up.
“Cousin,” Anders says, his voice steady and sure.
Fuck. I need to think, to organize, to get going. How do I save him?
Anders softens his voice. “We’ll get him, Erik. Then we’ll make them pay.”
“Hurry,” I choke out.
“I’ll be back on in a minute.”
Anders drops off the line, and I refocus on Javier, who still has the call going with Gael and Emil.
“He’s got an entire army coming. They won’t get far,” Javier says with confidence.
Anders comes back on the comms. “We’ve got him, E. We’ve got Ryder tracking his location, and they’re heading toward San Miguel Allende. Do you think—”
“I don’t know.” We temporarily lose sight of him as the truck goes over a hill. “Javier was pretty convinced they knew where to find us because of his association, but Grandpa Allende may have given him up.”
“That’s good either way. Means you—and, more importantly, Ant—already know these people, which will give us an advantage. For instance, this syndicate—do they have headquarters in San Miguel, or—”
Javier cuts Anders off. “They’re going to the Allende compound.”
“Then that’s where we’re going,” I say, more confident than I feel.
Anders, who, from the sound of it, has been multitasking this whole time, is suddenly very serious. “Look, cousin, we might not get there in time. Does Ant have any way of defending himself?”
“I don’t know if he still has his knife or not. We’re not too far behind him,” I say, trying to stay focused and not go into any nightmare scenarios.
“He does,” Gael says, his voice thin over the speakerphone. “He still has his knife.”
“Then why isn’t he using it?” Javier asks as the truck disappears over another hill, this one farther away.
Goddammit, Ant.
I let out a long breath, then bang my head on the dash.
“Cousin, what’s that noise?” Anders asks, rightly concerned.
“I just figured out Ant’s play,” I say, not sure if I want to laugh or scream.
“And what’s that?” Javier asks, fear in his eyes and sweat on his brow.
“He’s letting the driver take him in so he can go after his grandfather.”
Gael’s tinny curses vibrate the insufficient speakers on Javier’s phone.
Javier creases his brows. “But there’s going to be guards. Lots of guards.”
“Yeah. He’ll take out the guards first,” I say, resigned.
Anders chuckles. “That’s our little murder buddy. Send me the address. I’ll have them put a satellite on it.”
“Can he do that?” Gael asks quietly, his voice barely audible. “Can Ant take out all those men?”
I let out a pained laugh, running my hand over my forehead. “I wouldn’t bet against him.”
