gave a brief nod. “They’re looking for me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not one of them. Because I betrayed them a long time ago, and somehow, they figured out I’m not dead.”
Her eyes narrowed in her pain-creased face. “Betrayed them how?”
“Long story, carida. Remind me to tell you about it sometime.”
“Are there others out here?”
He suspected there were. If Cabrera had sent two enforcers, he’d probably sent a dozen. The arrogant son of a bitch had never economized on anything. “The motel is about a mile in that direction,” he said, nodding toward the northwest. “But I can’t promise you won’t run into more like those two.”
Her nostrils flared, the only sign of reaction to his words. “Or maybe you’re just telling me that so I’ll let you go.”
He shrugged. “Your call.”
She pushed painfully to her feet, keeping the pistol barrel pointed at his chest. “Walk.”
“I’m not going back to the motel with you, so you might as well shoot me now.”
A muscle in her jaw twitched dangerously. “Why did you even come back here? You had to know you’d be arrested if anyone ever found you.”
“There’s a man named Alexander Quinn.” Her forehead creased slightly with recognition, so he proceeded without further explanation. “He recruited me years ago. Not long after I joined up with El Cambio.”
“Recruited you for what?”
A flash in the gloom behind her distracted him. It was quick, but his instincts were honed for action after all these years living on the edge of the razor. He threw himself at her, praying she wouldn’t shoot before he knocked her to the ground.
A sharp report shattered the air around them. It took a moment for him to realize it had come from the woods, not from her pistol.
He held her down, lifting his head just enough to peer through the underbrush for more signs of movement. Beneath his body, she wriggled, her breath coming in short, pained gasps.
“Shh,” he whispered, dropping his head back below the underbrush.
“Was that—?” Her words came out in a raspy wheeze.
“Someone shooting at us?” he whispered, shifting to give her room to breathe. “Yes. Yes, it was.”
* * *
RAIN NEEDLED HER FACE, soft prickles she could barely feel. All of her senses seemed gathered on the burning ache of her torn flesh and the dizzying sensation of Sinclair Solano’s very warm, very alive body covering hers. She expected more gunfire, but it didn’t come.
“They didn’t just leave,” she whispered, hating that she was on her back, blind to the angle of attack. But moving more than an inch or two might make them easier targets. Sometimes, waiting for a more advantageous situation was the only reasonable option.
Not that she had to like it.
“I know.” Sin edged slowly to one side. As the weight of his body eased from hers, she sucked in a deeper breath. Almost immediately, she wished she hadn’t, as the rise and fall of her diaphragm tugged the skin around her wound.
Biting her lip, she carefully rolled to her side. The movement brought her close to Sin again, but she had a better view of the woods in front of them. “There could be people coming from all directions.”
“I know.”
She had held on to the spare Glock, she realized with a twinge of surprise. For a few moments there, when he’d slammed her to the ground, all she’d been aware of was gutting pain. She eased the pistol forward, trying not to rustle the tangle of undergrowth that hid their position.
“If we can get back to the motel, we’ll have backup,” she added, slanting a look at him. “Want to rethink the whole resisting arrest thing?”
“I’m not guilty of murder.”
She couldn’t tell if he was lying or not. It sounded like the truth, but his gaze slanted away from hers as he said it.
“And you’re willing to die to avoid defending yourself?”
“Where’s your cell phone?” he asked.
She almost banged her head on the ground in frustration. What the hell? Why hadn’t she already pulled out her phone and called in the cavalry?
As she dropped her hand to her right pocket, her palm grazed the wound over her hip, and she sucked in a hiss of breath. Biting her lip, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the phone.
It was in pieces. The bullet had apparently hit the metal phone case and deflected into her hip. But not before it smashed into the phone itself, cracking it in two.
She looked at Sin. “Don’t suppose you’d lend me yours?”
He shook his head. “I’m not letting you take me in.”
“Then I guess we both die out here.” Grinding her teeth in anger, she lifted her head briefly, long enough to see above the underbrush. Movement to the south caught her attention, and she ducked again. “They’re circling around to the south.”
“Maybe checking on Fuentes and Escalante.”
She turned her head toward him, her heart freezing for a long, dizzying moment as she realized he gripped a large Taurus 1911, a shiny silver monster of a pistol with a walnut grip.
His gaze met hers. “I’m not going to shoot you.” He nodded toward the south. “Might shoot him, though.”
She followed his gaze and saw a man dressed in dark green camouflage moving quietly through the underbrush. The same man who’d already shot at them? Or someone new? She wasn’t sure.
“How do we get out of here?” she whispered, trying to ignore the burning pain in her hip. If she crouched here much longer in one position, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to move when the time came.
“We need a distraction,” he murmured.
“Got any ideas?”
“Yeah, one, but I should have pulled the trigger on that option about thirty minutes ago,” he answered, his gaze still on the man creeping through the gloom in front of them. “Too late now.”
A streak of lightning lit the sky overhead, and the man in camouflage jerked in reaction, especially when a booming crash of thunder followed only a second later.
“Just great,” Ava muttered. As if the rain wasn’t enough.
“Just might be,” Sin said quietly.
She glanced at him. He was still watching the other man, his eyes narrowed in thought.
“What
