CHAPTER 27
I FELT SURPLUS to requirements as everyone swarmed around Black, asking questions. Things were still tense between us, and guilt weighed on my shoulders as if Hercules himself was pushing down on them. Why hadn’t I put the pieces together sooner?
Like when the initial warning call came in on my red phone? Hector or Diego must have got my number out of Black’s. Why hadn’t I questioned that? And while I was pissing around chasing Carlos’s murderers on a motorbike, Black’s abductors had used the chaos to sneak him out of the hotel. If I’d asked more questions at the time, I might have found a witness.
But I didn’t.
Then, after all the mess with Luke and his half-brother, why hadn’t something fired off in my brain? If my synapses had bothered to do their job, maybe the possibili
