“The Diego Cartel are fucking killers.” Rain glared at me. “Blyat, that makes it my business.”
“This is personal,” I replied. “My bosses have no stake in this.”
“Oh, yeah?” Rain snapped. “To grab those kids would give them carte blanche, lady.”
I couldn’t argue with that. It would be the ultimate weapon, although I hardly believed Carlos’ family would care if another cartel had them. However, I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t need this man to be our ormyenemy.
“She wants what I want,” Carlos cut in.
“And that is?” Rain asked him.
“To return the kids to their mother,” I replied.
Rain stared into my eyes for a long tense minute. Then finally, he turned to Carlos and asked, “Are they in the USA?”
Carlos waved his hand at both men. “Have a seat at the table.”
They both went over to sit down.
I hid my smile as the chairs were barely large enough to hold the big men. They had a bit of trouble but they sat on the edges of the seats. And no, I had no resentment against the Russian man, he had good points and to me…his suspicions were just plain smart.
Carlos gave me a nod and he sat on the bed.
I sat on the other side.
“Santiago hid them well,” Carlos announced. “They are in Mexico.”
“I thought so,” I added. “Santiago Castillo would not trust them to be in America. He had more control and influence in Mexico.
Carlos glanced at me. “Maybe you did guess that, but you are never gonna guess where.”
“I hope it’s Belize,” Henry spoke up as he nodded his head repeatedly. “White sandy beaches and cute little bikinis.”
“Net, that is not a part of Mexico,” Rain told him.
“It’s close to it though,” Henry argued.
“Bein, Henry,” Carlos cut in. “It is not Belize.”
Henry replied with, “Booo.”
Carlos clasped his hands together as he paused. He seemed very hesitant to divulge this location.
“So it’s like that, is it?” Henry asked.
“Pretty much,” Carlos still seemed to hesitate. “You need to wait and hear me out before you jump to—”
“Oh, bloody hell,” Henry swore. “Look, there are lots of poverty stricken places in that country. But I don’t think Santiago would do that. Not because he cared but it would not be smart. The place has to be out of the way and have a danger sign out front. Likebeware this is…” His voice fell away as his eyes widened as he seemed to realize where they were hidden. “No way, mate!”
“Catemaco!” Rain cut in as he nodded. “The witchcraft capital of Central America.”
I looked over at Carlos.
He gave me a slow nod.
I paused at this for sure. “Holy mother of—”
“You can say that again, lady.” Henry stood from the chair. “I was so hoping it wasn’t by that creepy ass, gator filled lake. That place is notorious. Dark arts. Demonic crap.”
