Eden
Day Seven
Angie helped Antonio struggle to his feet. He hadn’t responded to her statement about stopping the assassination attempt.
“I really need your help to stop the assassination,” she repeated.
Wincing, he leaned on a desk. “How do you know about that?”
“That doesn’t matter now. What can we tie your father up with?”
She looked around, but the plain office offered nothing in the way of rope or zip ties. They’d have to make do.
Walking over broken glass to the comandante, she yanked the whip from his unmoving hands and used his fishing knife to cut it into strips. “While I do this, can you call off your men?”
comandanteHe didn’t move. He had to be in shock.
She decided to start with a smaller request. “What about a member roster? Can you print out a list of your men?”
