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CHAPTER 12

“I’M SURE they had help, Otto. Who besides you knew of my plans?” Herrera watched the General’s expression closely as he sipped the creamy smooth scotch. The fifty- year-old Chivas Regal Royal salute had been released to honor a queen’s coronation. It was the best he’d ever tasted and he decided then he’d have the finest liquors to commemorate a Cortes’s return to power.

“I’ve given it a great deal of thought since last night. Even asked a number of questions, discreetly, of course,” said the General. Then he shrugged. “And have come up with nothing.”

Herrera dug his fangs into his gums. The General had always been a difficult man to read, but something about his confident, suave demeanor wasn’t hitting the right note of innocence. The inept guards following Angela had lost track of her after an attack from the ghost wolf and his men had yet to pick up the trail.

The search by ground and air continued, but he’d been unable to sit by the phone any longer. Herrera had taken out all the
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