***Anonymous POV***
Esteban’s ruined face twitches as he clutches the ledger to his chest, his breath a wet rattle. Outside, Louise’s screams echo through the swamp—trapped in a bear trap, her leg mangled, gators circling in the shallows.
“Your amorcito Louise won’t last much longer,” Esteban croaks, blood pooling in his melted eye socket. “But she’ll die before she tells Dru the truth. Le prometí (I promised her).”
I press my boot on his bullet-grazed shoulder. “The ledger. Now.”
“Why?” He grins, teeth crimson. “So you can keep playing hero? Dru still thinks William died in the Everglades… that Louise is her madre… that you’re just another ghost.”
**BLAM.**
I shoot the pipe above him, steam scalding his neck. “Last chance.”
“The vaquero’s coming,” he hisses. “He wants William’
