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“Walsh.”

Santiago: Nolan Walsh. I want him brought to me alive.

Pedro: Notifying the team a.s.a.p

As I tuck the phone back into my pocket, I smile at Ciara. “Thank you,mi pequeño sol.” Her eyes narrow slightly, and it has me translating, “It means my little sunshine.”

Confusion flits over her features, but she keeps quiet.

Once again, silence falls between us, and while she stares at the lone tree on the hill, I take in every inch of her.

She looks healthier, and there’s color in her face.

One win at a time.

Chapter 13

SANTIAGO

After tucking Ciara into bed, I head back downstairs, where Pedro’s waiting in the living room.

“How is she doing?” he asks.

I gesture at a couch while dropping down on the other one. “Today was a good day. She’s starting to talk.”

“That’s good. I’ve sent Jorge and four other men to join the others so they can help search for Nolan Walsh. I was able to get more information on him.” Pedro takes a seat and locks eyes with me. “He’s thirty-three. He’s been married once, but the wife died in a car accident. The house he kept Ciara in belongs to Ian O’Connell. We’re looking for him as well.”

Sucking in a deep breath, I nod.

“Walsh hasn’t paid his taxes for two years, so there’s no work history. He has a father who lives in the UK. I’m keeping an eye on him in case Nolan turns up at his place.”

I think for a moment, then say, “Should we do a search on Ciara?”

Pedro shrugs. “Just give me a photo of her, and I’ll find out everything I can.”

I lift my hand to my face and rub my fingers over my jaw. “I’ll see if she opens up more during the next few days.”

“What do you want to do about Bolivia? It’s been two and a half weeks.”

“I know,” I mutter. “Give me three days to get Ciara settled, then we can leave to shut down that fucking club.”

“I’ll get everything ready for Tuesday.”

Nodding, I let out a sigh.

“Anything else?” Pedro asks. When I shake my head, he asks, “How are you holding up?”

I begin to twirl the diamond ring on my finger, and glancing down at it, I realize I’ll have to get it sized smaller to fit Ciara.

“Santiago?” Pedro says to get my attention.

“It’s hard,” I admit before lifting my eyes to his. “All I want to do is hold her. Comfort her.”

“She’ll get better,” he murmurs. “But take time for yourself as well. You haven’t watched a sunrise since you found her.”

“I don’t need to. She’s my sunrise.”

A worried expression tightens his features. “Are you sure?” When I nod, he asks, “How do you know she’s the one for you, Santiago?”

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