Page 8 of El Malo

I bristle at his words. “Have Arturo let me know of any specifics.” My brow lifts slightly as if to say, Why didn’t you send him to ask me these things in the first place?

Irritation flits over his features, stealing the dimple. It makes me want to cheer for getting under his skin. But then I remember who he is. Antagonizing Javier Estrada is not on my list of job duties according to the Central Intelligence Agency.

Blending in.

Staying quiet.

Taking notes.

That is my job.

“Buenas noches, señor,” I utter before slipping away.

He doesn’t reply…not that I stick around to hear it anyway.

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