Page 58 of Provoke You

“A friend told me you were in New Orleans.”

“A friend? I didn’t know you had friends.”

“Hey, Boss.” Kitt rushed toward us. “We got trouble.” He pointed his head in Ela’s general direction.

“Shit.” I turned to Rebecca, then to Kitt. “Take her to the house.”

“Are you sure? If I recall correctly, the last time we tried to help her, one of ours ended up dead.”

“That one was on him, and you know that.” She stood her ground with Kitt.

“I don’t have time for this. Take her,” I said to Kitt and bolted toward Ela.

Shit. Shit. I’d hope this thing with Rebecca would end when we left Venezuela.

I rounded the corner to find Ela hugging an old man who could be Sean Connery’s double. When she pulled back, she wiped her face and turned to me. “Matt. Old Ben’s here.”

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