Page 95 of Cavern of Silence
Her brown eyes lock on mine. "Honduras, Bermuda, it doesn't matter where we go. Eventually, they are going to find me again."
Andre shifts in his seat. "Who?"
"Santiago Gómez, Jonas Torres, the powers that be in aviation for Central and South America."
"What are you talking about?"
Julieta nervously glances at me.
"You can trust them," I tell her and squeeze her hand.
She takes a deep breath. "How do you think they are transporting the majority of their drugs? It's not only by private planes."
"Are you saying that the drug cartels are using commercial flights to move stock?"
"Yes. Along with private flights."
"And the heads of the flight companies are aware of this?"
She nods.
"That's why the cartel kidnapped you?"
"Yep."
"Why didn't they just kill you?"
"I'm leverage."
"How?"
She bites on her lip and looks at the table. She quietly responds, "Some things, like Vanessa said, aren't meant to be shared."
"Julieta—"
"Drop it," I warn Andre.
He raises his eyebrows in confusion at me, and silence ensues.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Tinker rises. "I bet that's the passports." He leaves the room.
"Can you show me where the restroom is?" Naomi asks.
"Yeah." Julieta gets up and leads her out of the kitchen.
"Do you know what she's hiding?" Andres asks.
I don't know a lot more than Julieta has disclosed. But I won't betray her trust and go into all the details she shared with me. "No. But pressuring her isn't going to get you answers."
"She really didn't tell you?"
"I said to drop it, and I mean it," I growl.
"If Vanessa and Julieta are both hiding things, how are we supposed to help them?"
"Do you know everything about Naomi's situation?"
