Page 111 of Her Wolf

Why did he act so surprised? Cartels were renowned for the shit they pulled. If Cora was still alive, she probably wished she wasn’t.

“That’s not all. Seems he’s headed over to ‘Duncan’s Place’ to get his money.” Lars put the phrase in air quotes. “Sounds pissed that El Lobo’s been dodging his calls.”

“So he calls Zachary’s lieutenant instead?”

Lars shrugged. “Hey, the guy wants his money. Can you blame him?”

Milo snarled at Lars, but the guy took it in his stride.

Sharp green eyes focused on Kane a second before the lanky man ambled up to him. “This Duncan?” Lars asked, stabbing a thumb toward the trunk.

Kane nodded.

“How’d you find him?”

Again, the urge to lie was strong. These men were part of a cartel. Granted, they could cause friction and that would make his job easier, but it irked him to have to hand out information he’d spent months ferreting out through honest-to-God police work.

He drew a deep breath. “I’ve been monitoring him for almost a month.”

“You tapped his phone?” Milo asked, coming up behind Lars.

“Look,” Kane said, holding up his hands as if in surrender. “We’ll have all the time in the fucking world for this kind of shit once we’ve found the girl. Can we prioritize for a sec?”

Two pairs of eyes attempted to bore holes in his retinas.

“Jerk off’s right,” Lars muttered. “Let’s get a move on.”

“But what about Neo?” The third member of their crew caught Lars on the shoulder, turning him partly around. “We can’t let him get away.”

“No one gives a shit about him, Bailey,” Lars snapped.

“And look where that got us,” Bailey said, narrowing his eyes at Lars.

Seemed this Bailey had a bone to pick with Neo Martin, something that could work to Kane’s advantage. Trying to overpower three men? Tricky. But if he upped his odds…

“If it’s Zachary that has Eleodora,” Kane burst out, “then Neo might know where he’s taken her.”

“But we already know where she is!” Milo pointed at the laptop. “Why the hell aren’t we going yet?”

“Because they could be anywhere in Mexico by now,” Lars said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at Milo as if he’d suddenly made this whole thing personal. “How the hell—”

“I know where Duncan’s place is,” Kane said, speaking over Lars.

Silence filtered down for a second before all three men looked at him. He shrugged and gave them a self-deprecating smile. “That house has tons of intel inside. Stuff on Zachary, stuff on the cartel. And if Martin is there, looking for his cash…”

“Then we might be able to find out where Zachary’s taken Cora,” Lars finished, nodding his head.

“Is it close?” Milo asked, his eyes moving to the laptop behind Kane.

He swung around, retrieving the computer and locating the safe house on the satellite map. Then he pivoted the computer on his lap and pointed it out.

“Christ,” Lars muttered. “They’re literally fifty miles in different directions.”

“As the crow flies,” Kane agreed in a murmur. “But there’re four of us.”

“Five!” The young woman who’d been hanging around them since they’d left the hotel stepped closer, wobbling on her high heels. “Don’t forget about me.”

Kane raked his gaze over her; he doubted he’d forget about her in a hurry. She was more his tastes than the somewhat diminutive Eleodora Rivera anyway.

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