“She claimed that they were cleaning up the country.”
“Interesting.”
“What I do know is that he brought the Frasiers to his place to spare them from the blast and that he was as pissed off about losing her as you’re sad. You okay?” I asked her, keeping my tone kind when she stayed quiet. “You’ve said more to me here than you have in the three years we’ve known one another.”
“I’ll be fine when that bitch checks in with me.”
Ignoring her sniping, I prodded, “Didn’t Dead To Me mind being a bonafide babysitter to three women in the Yucatan Peninsula?”
“She needed a break.”
“Don’t bullshit me.”
“I knew she was going down there. One little murder and then she normally has a break, so I asked her to keep an eye on them.”
“She didn’t. They were taken from a nightclub. Have to assume she’d have put a stop to that if she’d been watching.”
“Maybe.” Her gaze shifted a fraction to the side.
“What is it?” I insisted. “You might as well tell me before I set Rory on you. If you think Martinez paid our pilot to sabotage our jet, then he’s involved us in this fucking mess.”
“You heard of Raul F. Cabral Flores?”
“Barely. I read about him the other day.”
“He’s right wing. Wants to take Mexico back a couple centuriesand he’s gaining popularity. They’re saying he’s a shoo-in at the next election.
“It’s well known that Cabral Flores is in the middle of a batshit divorce. It’s all over the tabloids. Both parties are rich but grew richer while they were married, and gossip is rife?—”
“Why would Martinez get involved?” I burst in.
She smirked. “Well, Ioriginallythought it was because Cabral Flores’ wife is Martinez’s eldest sister.”
“Ah, say no more.”
“But now, maybe it’s because they’re aiming to put their own man in power. Be that a plantorMartinez himself.”
“Did Dead To Me kill Cabral Flores before the blast?”
“It hasn’t been released to the press if she has. Just that he died. But the gas explosion bullshit could be listed as the cause of death for that very reason. Especially as Martinez has his very sticky fingers in a lot of pies.”
“Did she tell you why Cabral Flores was in Cancún?”
“No. Just said her target was there, that she was incoming, and I asked if I covered her flight, would she check in on the Frasiers. She agreed.” Star released a breath. “That’s about as much as I know.”
“You still think there’s a chance she’s okay?”
“I’m not sure.” Her eyes dropped to her lap and she plucked at one of the holes in her jeans. “I wonder who he has hacking for him nowadays.”
“Who?”
“Martinez.”
I cleared my throat. “Speaking of hackers… BDSec hasn’t gotten back to us.”
She pinned me with her stare. “About?”
“I asked them if we could hire them?—”
