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Adan was a Spanish name.

“Where did you meet him?” Jago continued.

“Via Laietana.”

I looked up at Jago. Where the hell was that?

“Excellent, Yusef. See how easy that was? Navarro, give the man some peace.” Jago gave me a nod and without saying anything else, he turned me around in the opposite direction and we walked together toward the door of the warehouse.

Once outside, I finally took that deep breath.

I expected to hear the return of the power tool. Instead, I heard a single gunshot and only then did I close my eyes.

I wasn’t cut out for this.

CHAPTER 34

Genevieve

There were few words spoken after leaving the warehouse and while I hated the silence, I was thankful to be done.

“The first time is the roughest,” Jago finally said just before we walked into the house. The castle. The fortress.

“I don’t know if I want a second or third time.”

“I hope that won’t be necessary.”

We headed for the office together and that seemed strange, but normal. If there was such a thing any longer.

Although something continued to nag at me.

Once inside, he closed the door, immediately sauntering to the bar. I didn’t stop him as he prepared us both a drink. In truth, the liquid courage might calm my nerves, hopefully keeping the nausea from giving away my fear.

“You did very well,” he said after pouring both whiskeys.

I eyed him carefully, wondering how he could turn off the need for violence and threats so quickly.

He handed me the glass, purposely allowing his finger to rub across my knuckles while I stared at his bloodied hand.

“They’ll bruise.”

As he glanced down, he sighed. “I’m used to it. Pain means nothing, at least physical anguish.”

“I guess.”

He backed away, narrowing his eyes. “What’s on your mind?”

“The place the guy mentioned. Do you know it?”

“No.”

I took a sip of the whiskey, fighting the urge to spit it out from reflexes. “Can I use your laptop?”

“Of course. Be my guest. What are you thinking?”

“I don’t know yet.” I moved toward the desk, heading behind it and touching the spacebar. “Password?”

“Mi dulce regalo,” he said with a grin.

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