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But if I was reading Ignacio right, and I was pretty sure I was, thenInfantawasn’t just a clue, it was a key. We just needed to know where to look.

One more goddamn mystery.

Voodoo didn’t waste the opening Ignacio had given.

A spare few moments after “Infanta” settled like poison in the air, Voodoo closed the distance once more until he was closeenough that Ignacio shrank back even though he had nowhere to go.

“Where did you hear the name?” Voodoo asked.

Ignacio’s breath stuttered. “I—I don’t know—just… people talking.”

“When?”

“During… pickups. Sometimes.”

“Who said it?”

“I don’t—someone from the docks—maybe?—”

“What was your plan for Grace when you tried to escape with her?”

Ignacio flinched so hard the chair scraped. “I—nothing—I wasn’t?—”

“Answer the question.”

“N-no plan, I swear—just—keep her…”

“Keep her?” Voodoo pressed.

“Keep her, my pet. She’s beautiful, she feels beautiful when she rides your cock, she’s so perfect and I wanted to keep her forever.” He wet his lips, not looking at her as if he didn’t dare. “The buyers would not notice, and if they did…”

Grace felt something inside her go cold.

He didn’t even have a plan. Just impulse. Just want. He played the power broker because he just wanted me.

“If the buyers were upset,” Voodoo prompted, “what would have happened?”

Ignacio sagged. “They… would handle it.” Me. They would handle him. Though he didn’t say that aloud.

Not once did Voodoo let the answers just linger, from one question to the next, he pushed him. “How did you and your men get your tasks?”

“Phone. Burner phones. Always changing.”

“Who gave the orders?”

A helpless shake of his head. “Never saw him. Never heard his real voice.”

Voodoo’s expression didn’t flicker. His voice stayed maddeningly steady.

“Where were the orders sent from?”

“Different numbers. Sometimes texts. Sometimes calls. Sometimes a middleman at the port.”

“Which port manager?”

Ignacio mumbled a name—one Alphabet immediately typed, only to shake his head a second later. “He died six months ago,” AB muttered. “Not helpful.”

“When were you given destinations?”