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“Perdóneme. I hate to interrupt.”
Kyle turned at Tanya’s gentle voice, her English now liberally Spanish-influenced. They had decided that with Kyle’s less-than-fluent Spanish and Carla’s detectably non-Mexican accent, it was better to play an American card and pretend scant knowledge of the local tongue.
It was only their first-level intelligence-gathering meeting. If this went well, they’d have more information on how to continue their strikes against the Cartel de los Soles.
Chad chose that moment to rub his hand across his throat and smile at Kyle ever so blandly.
Kyle resisted the urge to gut punch the man.
Carla was still tucked close against him. They had a lot to figure out yet, if they could. But that wasn’t going to be happening right now.
Tanya Zimmer had her own arm a
