I take a shaky breath. "Yes. I'm worried about Ryker."
"Malin speaks highly of their team. You're less than an hour away from being with the people who can help rescue him. I didn't realize he was part of Malin's crew when I saw him."
I gasp. "You saw Ryker?"
Gustave swallows hard. "I saw him kill Goliath."
My insides quiver. "Who's Goliath?"
"The Guatemalan drug lord who attempted to overthrow Torres's cartel."
I gape at him, and my mouth goes dry.
Gustave squints. "What?"
"Goliath...he was over seven feet tall?"
"Yes. Biggest man I ever saw."
"Did he have long black hair and Liliana tattooed across his chest?"
"Yes."
"And Ryker killed him?"
"Yes. Rather quickly, too. Goliath broke his ribs, but that didn't stop him."
My hand covers my mouth, and I swallow down bile. I sit back in my seat.
"Julieta, are you okay?"
I can't speak and nod instead. I'm not upset Miguel is dead. Maybe I've become heartless. A man I gave my life to and loved blindly is no longer on this earth. But I feel nothing for him. All I feel is worry about Ryker and his ribs.
After several minutes of silence, Gustave quietly asks, "Did you know Goliath?"
I turn to him. "He was my ex-husband, but I didn't know what he was into until a few weeks ago."
"I see."
"When was this?"
"A few nights ago."
"Ryker...is...was..." I close my eyes.
"He survived. The crowd chanted, 'Doctor,' and Evandro allowed him to have medical attention."
"Jonas's brother, Evandro?"
"Yes, you know him?"
"He's been on a lot of my flights."
The wheels of the plane hit the ground, and the brakes screech. "Welcome to Bermuda," the pilot says over the loudspeaker.
"Do I need to hide Millie's face?"
"No."