Chapter Seventy Two
Irene was paralyzed with fear. She couldn’t even bring on a scream when Cherries turned to her. Irene took a step back, her hand shielding her mouth.
Cherries still held the gun. “I need assurances,” she said smoothly.
Irene’s voice cracked. “A-Assurances?”
Cherries stepped closer. “Can you assure me that Brad English is dead.”
Irene nodded dully. “Please. Yes. He’s dead.”
“You saw his body?”
“Yes. Your people asphyxiated him. I rolled him in a blanket and burned the remains.”
The girl’s expression revealed nothing. “My people?”
“Yes. The Colombian drug cartel. They came to recover the cocaine. They killed Brad.”
Cherries remained stoic. “Over one shipment? One shipment means nothing to my people. Not worth the effort.”
Irene felt blind-sided. “But who then?”
