“Jeez.”
“You’re a physician assistant. Thought you’d appreciate the imagery.”
“Some things are TMI, Eva. But I’ll talk to you about this if you tell me something first.”
“This is me doing you a favor,” she bickered.
“I don’t care.”
“Fine.”
“Is Beatriz safe?”
“She might not think so but yes. She’s currently arguing with my husband. Honestly, some people are just unappreciative.”
I sank onto the coffee table, smiling when Stan patted my knee. “Thank you for telling me that. She matters to me. Okay, I’ll bite now. What did you want to discuss?”
“Our mutual enemies have been in touch. They want Martinez to call a ceasefire.”
Assuming she meant the people behind all those bombs, I frowned. “Why would you do that? Especially after they killed so many innocents in Cancún?”
“Picked up on that, did you? That great lump of yours didn’t. Dead To Me brought her war against the Albanians to our front door. You should remind her when you see her next that she’s no longer welcome in Mexico.” She mumbled something that sounded like a curse word in Spanish. “As if Martinez would bomb his people.”
“She isn’t welcome in thewholeof Mexico?” I squeaked.
“Yes. And the way those assholes have gone about requesting a ceasefire is beyond tedious,” she opined sourly. “Jesus, men are so unoriginal.”
“What did they want?”
“To suck my husband’s dick, of course.”
“Literally?” I sputtered.
“Sent some pretty sluts around. Like that’d tempt him.” She scoffed. “Martinez is a freak for me. I won’t get rid of that man in death.”
“As romantic as that is…”
“Then when that didn’t work, they offered to help Martinez fix the elections.”
Stan leaned forward at that news.
“In the US?”
“Mexico. Keep up, would you?”
“If I knew any of this, I’d be able to!”
“Look, as much as your faction’s trying to fix the elections in the US—” I gaped at that small detail. “—we’re trying to keep Mexico on the straight and narrow. I called because Martinez’s ego is too big to let common sense reign.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to speak with the O’Donnellys for me. Friend to friend.”
“Since when are we friends?”
“Since my man decided to let you live and since he agreed to forget about your little confession.”
Like a gun fired in my face, I jerked at her statement, and Stan, seeing that, snarled, “You want us to help you at all, Eva, then you’ll shut your mouth and won’t bring that up again.”
