Chapter 10
Colorado, 2007
Derek twirled the martini glass between his fingers while he kept an eye open for the man he was to make contact with. At the moment, Derek looked older than his twenty-four years. His hair was now short and well styled, and he was wearing a conservative business suit. A briefcase sat on the floor at his feet.
While he waited, he checked out the other people in the club in downtown Grand Junction. The city was the largest on the Western Slope, so despite its reputation for being fairly conservative, he wasn’t surprised to see a few gay couples mixed in with the rest of the crowd.
The city was also the home of Jaime Torres. Once suspected of being a member of a minor Mexican drug cartel, he had chosen to retire to the States before someone decided to retire him
