Page 67 of Redemption's Inferno

“Cuban mafia,” he said drolly, turning to his desk.

“Dante.”

“Some things are better if you don’t know,” he said. “And don’t tell Becca either.”

“I don’t know anything to tell her.”

“I taught you enough Spanish when we lived together to get the gist of it.”

She snorted. “Not at that speed!”

He chuckled. “Yes, well, it’s best this way. Now, I want you to sit down and put your feet up. We’ll find this bitch and make her tell us where he is.”

Emilie’s phone rang and she pulled it out of her pocket. Erin’s name flashed on the screen. “Hey!”

“Here’s what I can tell you: There was no Gary Pomeranz on that mission, but there was a Gary Matthews, and a look at his personnel file showed he was married to a woman named Francine Pomeranz. Captain Gary Matthews was one of five Americans killed on a mission in Iraq on August 17, 2010. The helo was shot down by Al-Qaeda insurgents using a missile launcher. An MI6 operative and two Mossad officers that were also on that mission as part of a joint task force were rescued approximately 12 hours later by a special ops unit and delivered to Germany for debriefing. Everything else is classified.”

“Any clues at all as to how it relates to the IED explosion you were in or Shay’s death?”

“There are only two people who might know the answer to that,” Erin said sadly. “One is in prison in Leavenworth and I don’t know if she’ll even talk to me.”

“And the other?”

“The other is whoever betrayed Chains, whose identity we don’t yet know.”

“Shit!”

“Has anyone talked to Franny?”

“Um, well, I think Dante is taking care of that.” She met his gaze. “But he was talking in Spanish so I couldn’t understand him.”

“Keep me in the loop,” Erin said. “And let me know if I can do anything.”

“I will.” Emilie disconnected and looked at Dante. “Now what?”

“Now, you sit your behind down and put your feet up—they look like stuffed sausages.”

She looked down and sighed. “I know, but—”

“There is nothing we can do until we find her. Sit down and put your feet up. I promise, as soon as we find her, I’ll let you interrogate her yourself.”

Her eyes lit up. “Can I use a Wartenberg wheel and a flogger?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re not even kidding, are you?”

She frowned. “Why would I be kidding?”

He muttered something in Spanish about crazy pregnant women as he sat back down at his desk.

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Emilie must have dozed off because she jumped when her phone rang. It was Viggo so she answered right away.

“Where’s Simone?!” he demanded.

“Here with me, at Dante’s house.”

She could hear his audible sigh of relief. “Why didn’t you tell anyone where you were?”

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