Cazador Novels & Stories

“They’re still here. Still watching. You saw what happened to the men and you saw how injured they were. They're not going to stop. He is not going to stop until he gets what he wanted.” Caspian leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “We can’t flush out a rat if we don’t know what corner they’re hiding in. We're going to need to watch. And The thing is, the issue that I'm facing right now is that he has managed to tamper with the security system. I cannot even see when they dealt with anything that they did. I want to doubt that it's security team, but I cannot. Mateo is one of them. He is not going to betray us, he's not going to play a game like this one.”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”