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DAPHNE
“Why do I have to stay behind?” I clunked my heavy porcelain coffee cup down on the diner countertop.
“I need you to do the research I listed out for you. It’s essential.” He blew across the surface of his coffee. “Besides, all I’m doing is meeting Octavio about his contact in Mexico. Nothing exciting.”
“Alright. I’ll find your maps. We’ll meet up after.”
He gave me a sharp nod. “Exactly,” he said, conversation over.
The server checked in. “Could I get some more coffee, please?” I asked her.
“Sure thing, doll.”
While I waited, I took a toothpick out of the small bottle on the table and peeled off its paper while pondering my next move. No way he was going to face a Cartel member alone.
I’d catch the fifteen-minute ferry to the dock at San Diego. It was close enough to th
