RAINEThe steel was cold against my skin. His hand was steady.But I'd spent six weeks learning that man's body by heart, and I felt it. A tremor, the faintest vibration, running from his wrist down the barrel and into my skull, like a plucked wire."Please," Cruz said pleasantly. "Don't kill her yet, Mr. Maddox. I have questions.""Of course, sir."Cruz settled back in his chair, pouring the second glass of wine. He had the soft, patient voice of a man who'd never been in a hurry in his life. "Your radio says east. Your riders are in the east. Yet here you are, small and alone and very brave." He tilted his head. "Tell me why.""I'm the diversion," I said.Cruz laughed. "No. You're a daughter. It's much simpler." He sipped. "Sentimental. I'd forgotten how sentimental your people are.""Let her go, Alejandro," my father said."Victor, we haven't finished our conversation." Cruz put down the glass. "You know what I want. Your insurance. The ledger. Ten years of payments, names and date
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