Awareness came to her face, and she stared at me.
I nodded my head. “Not just torture for me. But for Alex. Someone wanted to torture Alex, for years and years, and they were going to do it by having me captured. By having me stolen away into a brutal world from which he could never wrench me free.”
Chapter 18
Laryssa and I were sitting in the living room of her spacious home. Elegant tapestry couches and chairs were arranged so each faced a gorgeous view of the shimmering moonlit ocean below us. We’d already gone through one bottle of Khortitsa and another sat ready.
The tables were spread with laptops, papers, tablets, and notes.
Laryssa shook her head. “Man, Alex has been busy in his years with the police force. I know we did the background research on him when you first were coming out here, but his resume is even more extensive than I thought.”
I nodded, running a hand through my hair. “He’s taken down pimps, chop shops, and drug dealers. He’s been involved in shootouts with bank robbers and burglars. Just about any of them could have blamed Alex for ruining their lives. And in the cases where he ended up killing someone, there could be fathers vowing revenge. Brothers. Sisters. Husbands. Wives.”
Laryssa took another drink. “Still, it takes a special kind of nasty to want a cop’s girlfriend to get dragged into a brutal sex trade ring. And to bring in Mikhaylo to do it. The most notorious person on the planet who would make sure your days were as horrific as possible. Mikhaylo was perhaps one of the only men who could ensure that you would be lost forever to Alex.”
I flipped some more pages. “Honduras. I’m finding random connections with Honduras, but nothing to warrant this kind of hatred. Some girl was caught dealing meth and her grandparents were originally from Honduras. But she just got sent away for a year. She’s out and clean. Would someone really want to put me into Mikhaylo’s hands for that?”
She gave a small shrug. “People do crazy things for crazy reasons. How about this guy. Felony assault on a bartender. Thought the bartender was eyeing his girl. The girl was from Honduras. Guy got sent away for two years and the girl left him.”
It just didn’t seem enough to me. Not enough for the level of planning, manipulation, and raw fury which must have gone into this action.
I flipped some more pages.
I began reading. “This one was an interesting case. The Carminas.”
She looked over, her gaze brightening. “Oh! Yeah, I remember reading about that. Big drug family here in New Haven, a few years back. Main guy was … Benedito. Had a young wife and a brother. They all lived in this four-story castle on the waterfront. Near royalty. Servants and everything. The DEA, FBI, everyone wanted them. But they were locked up tight. Nobody would rat on them. Alex was working that case a full year.”
My gaze went through the notes. “Turns out it didn’t matter. A competing gang hit the castle in a raid. Set the place on fire. The entire Carmina clan was killed. Benedito. His pregnant wife, Anita. His younger brother, Miguel. The servants. All gone. The police rounded up some suspects, but it was fairly half-hearted. After all, a serious problem had just been handled fairly cleanly.”
Laryssa glanced over. “Were the Carminas from Honduras?”
I shook my head. “No. Valencia. Spain.”
“Were there other family members back home, to want to get revenge for this?”
I read some more. “Doesn’t seem like it. Not any who really cared, at any rate. Benedito was seen as a black sheep. As someone who made his bed and had to lie in it. And, besides, it’s not as if Alex caused this problem. It was the rival gang wanting to take over the territory.”
“Did they?”
I read some more. My brow creased. “No, doesn’t seem like it. The other gang actually was getting out of the business. Transitioning to flipping real estate. Making solid money at it, too.”
She tapped her fingers on the table. “Maybe it’s not related. Maybe nothing is related. Maybe this is all just a coincidence, and the Vengar guy just wanted to make easy money by being a middle-man for Mikhaylo.”
Something caught my eye. “Benedito’s butler was from Honduras.”
Laryssa’s gaze sparkled. “Butler? The drug lord had a butler?”
“Benedito was from Spain. Country of elegance. Maybe he watched too many BBC dramas. The butler’s name was Verano.”
She blinked. “Where in Honduras was that contact made from, again?”
I clicked some buttons. “La Ceiba. It’s on the coastline.”
She did some more clicking. “Here. The butler’s parents have a home on Boulevard Los Maestros. There’s a number of restaurants along that stretch. Let’s check their social media.”
It seemed a longshot. An outlier. Whoever this Vengar person was, sending messages to Mikhaylo from Honduras, he could be doing so for a thousand different reasons. Maybe he had a friend of a friend who knew someone. Maybe he, himself, had traveled to Ukraine at some point and had taken advantage of Mikhaylo’s varied services.
Maybe –
I stilled.
Laryssa was at my side in a flash. “What is it?”
I pointed.
It was a birthday party picture taken at the La Galera Restaurant. An elderly woman in her nineties was flanked by four beaming faces which seemed, from the matching ears, to be her children.
A man at the table behind them was glancing up, probably alerted by the flash.
His face held the twisting scars of a burn victim.
My voice was hoarse. “It’s Benedito Carmina. He survived the fire. He’s alive. Somehow, against all odds, he’s alive.”
Laryssa’s gaze turned to hold mine. “And he wants to get his revenge on Alex. Not by killing Alex. No. He wants to get his hands on the woman Alex loves. You.”
I couldn’t breathe.
Laryssa’s voice was flat. “Benedito watched his younger brother burn alive. His pregnant wife. His unborn child. For revenge on Alex, he will hand you over to a monster who ensures the rest of your life is endless, excruciating torture.”
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Dedication
About the Author
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