Slouching down on the couch, he poured his fourth glass. He knew it was the alcohol that had him praying to a god he knew had abandoned him years ago. But if God hadn’t forsaken him, perhaps He’d listen enough to hear this twisted politician’s plea for his daughter’s life. His drunken eyes glistened with unshed tears as he asked that Courtney be safe and free from harm. If he couldn’t find Enrique, he’d fly back tomorrow and deal with whatever came. Closing his eyes, he was numb to the tears that fell for a life that had promised but ended up confused by power and greed.
At the harbor, the white yacht was quiet as only two men remained on board. Enrique, along with two from the yacht and another two from town, had loaded their ammunition and headed through Ensenada to the compound where t
