Chapter 32
Less than an hour after the live weigh-in footage concluded at the arena, and the television set was clicked off, another bodyguard who Ryan had not seen before entered the casita. The lumpy and vague outline of a handgun was evident under his sport coat. He was a dour man in his mid fifties with spiked silver hair and a goatee. He commanded respect from the other two bodyguards in the room. Ryan was aware that they never addressed each other by their names in front of him. He had no knowledge of their hierarchy other than what he could observe and assume.
"Load the decoy now," the man with spiked hair commanded, ignoring Ryan and speaking only to the bodyguards. "No rough stuff. But bound and gag him. We are leaving in five minutes."
"Tranquilizer?" the woman bodygua
