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“No.”

A blond brow shot up.

“Marcus isn’t in a good place. He just found out I’m alive. He’s only six months out of rehab and has got murder on his mind.” Not that I blamed the man. “Using him as an asset now is risky.”

“But?”

“It could also be an advantage. He’s got motivation.” And there was a fire in Marcus’s eyes the last time he demanded to be freed.

My phone buzzed with a text from Tim. Izabel was awake.

“I need to get back.” I had my own problems to deal with. “I’m the last person to make a decision about Marcus.”

“Agreed.” Viktor nodded toward the elevator room. “Go to Izabel. Spend time with her. Did you inject her with the BloodTrak serum?”

BloodTrak was a tracker created with nanotechnology that bound to the host’s blood cells and was untraceable by most tracker wands.

“Yes.”

“Good. Take her to see Carter or get her out of town.”

“How about her job? The police have to be looking for them.”

“We’ll handle it. For now, we’re putting the blame on the local chapter of Fuego.” Fuego was the notorious gang with ties to the Mexican cartel and had been known for violent executions.

“Will her abduction jeopardize the project? It might spook the bank and the foundation sponsoring the development.”

Viktor’s mouth turned up at one corner. “I think we’ve given the cops a reason to tighten the leash on the gang’s activities. I’d say we’ve done the development a favor.”

I chuckled despite my apprehension that Izabel wouldn’t see it the same way. “Better see how my wife is doing.”

“Good luck.”

chapter

eleven

Drake

“Izabel?”

I approached her carefully. She was huddled at the edge of the cot, knees drawn to her chest with her arms around them. I glanced back at Tim and mouthed,What happened?

The analyst hitched his shoulders; worry creased his forehead.

“Iza?”

“I have a headache,” she whispered, voice scratchy.

A glass of water and Advil sat on the small table beside the cot. Obviously, she didn’t trust anyone enough to take it.

“You hooded me.” Brown eyes glared at me.

“Iza—”

“You tranq’d me.”

I had no defense because I did those things.

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