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Peter
I’m frisked from head to toe five more times, twice by Kent and Diego, and once by Esguerra himself. On the third search, they find the razor blade and the string, so I’m left truly weaponless—if one ignores my body and its capabilities, that is.
The ride to Esguerra’s mansion passes in explosive silence, and I know it would take the tiniest spark to set off my host. He’s as edgy as I’ve ever seen him, the violence inside him on the verge of boiling over.
A contingent of twenty-some guards meets us at the white, colonial-style mansion and follows us into the tastefully decorated living room. Esguerra leaves me and Kent with them and disappears upstairs—presumably to wake his newly post-partum wife.
With a traitor on the loose, he couldn’t wait until morning.
For a couple of
