Chapter 19With a gun pointed at my chest, I had little time or focus to assemble what I was missing. Krissy clung to my arm as if it were a lifejacket. The color drained from her face like someone had wrathfully shaken an Etch-A-Sketch. My heart raced and breath quickened. “What about the meeting with Cristiano to exchange the storage device for Francesca?”
Krissy swallowed deeply. “Your wife? I thought she was dead.”
Raquel laughed wildly. “Amateurs. Do you really think I'd let them meet in an open field where anyone could see them wandering around and call the police?” She glanced into the nearby living room to survey her surroundings. “The two of you need to sit on that sofa in front of the window. Pull the shade down first. The sun hasn't fully set.”
While we complied, Raquel reache
