“OH, GOOD YOU’RE okay,” Deidra said through the phone.
“Kinda,” I said. “Where were you? Been trying to call.”
“Got a call from Vargas—he sounded worried. We’re out searching for him. Been calling him all night but it goes straight to voice mail—and what do you mean kinda? Is he with you?”
“No. After my match, he got in the car with Ramos, Long, and Snyder.”
“What? Was he forced? Ramos who?”
“Said his name was Javier Ramos,” I said before shrugging at the phone. “I’m not sure if Vargas was forced or not. Hard to tell.”
“Javier. We know him. Where are you now?”
“Ramos’ house.”
“Really? Where at?”
“Mexico.”
The line went silent.
“It’s located outside of Nuevo Leon near the mountains,” I continued.
“Black… I…”
“I know. It’s a bit out of your jurisdiction. But like everyone keeps
