“No idea. Felix thought Kai was dead until his name came up in a message he intercepted over one of the unofficial channels. Can you believe that old bastard still has a back door to Kruger’s comms? Anyway, looks like the Mexicans had him for quite some time. Mendoza’s son-in-law got arrested in the US last month, so they’ve offered up a swap—Kai for sonny-boy.”
“How long is some time?”
Sergei finishes with the bomb and sets it down on the ground. “Three years.”
“Three years? Jesus f*****g Christ. Are you sure he’s alive?”
“They would never kill him. Too valuable of a bargaining chip,” he says and reaches for his sniper rifle. “But what state we’ll find him in, that’s the million-dollar question. Let’s get closer.”
We move closer to the gate and take cover behind a big bush. I ke
