75
CAITLIN
“What are the odds of this working?” Jack asked.
I shook my head. “Somewhere between slim and none,” I admitted. “But as far as I can see, this is all we’ve got.”
“You think this cartel was behind Harry’s death?”
I nodded.
“Think Stewart will show?”
“Yeah. He’ll be here,” I said confidently.
“Still think he’s coming?” Jack asked hours later.
I was seething. I’d been so sure of his sincerity. I had trusted him and he’d bailed on me. “If he ever shows his face on US soil, I’ll be waiting,” I said with unmasked contempt.
