“That is rightfully my land!” Antonio snarled.
“It’s progress.” Enrique narrowed his eyes and neared. He examined him closely. “Who exactly are you?”
It became eerily quiet. Even I wanted to know what, if any, secret life Antonio hid.
“The man who’s going to kill you, you son of a b***h!”
Enrique started laughing, directing his words to me. “Quite frankly, I don’t care about you or this campesino. I just want one thing. The girl, Jack, where is she?”
“I don’t know,” I mumbled.
“You don’t know? Well, what is it that you always like to say? Is it going to get complicated, Jack?”
How dare he use my own words to torture me?
“You know how I deal with men who don’t cooperate…”
I knew all right. The pulling of fingers or torturing, which was a favorite of his goons. That barely touched t
