Page 103 of Durango

Based on what Harding told me on the phone, I dig in.

“What is the name of the woman who hired you?”

The wheezing guy says something I can’t make out.

I step over to him. “What was that?”

“Natalie.”

I glance up at Harding. She’s frowning, which tells me this is new information. “Natalie, what?”

“Don’t know,” the man says.

I don’t recognize him, which tells me he was likely the man who put the bag over my head.

I walk in front of the middle man again. “Is Natalie simply your boss, or are you sleeping with her, too?”

“You son of a bitch,” the guy on the left says.

Looks like I hit a nerve.

“Shut up,” the first guy says. “He’s just trying to push buttons.”

I step over to the guy on the left. He’s shorter and younger.

“You’re sleeping with Natalie, too.” I say it as a statement.

“What does it matter?” he asks.

“She’s a married woman!” the middle guy says.

Well, they know more than they let on.

“That didn’t bother you! What are you complaining about?” Shorty asks.

“Who is her husband?” I ask.

Middle guys shrugs. “It doesn’t matter.”

I glance back at Shorty. “Did she tell you she was married?”

He nods.

Agent Monroe is frowning. Probably unsure how this interrogation took such a turn. Also probably wondering—like I am—if this is all bullshit.

“That’s what she told me,” Wheezy says.

I turn to him. “You too?”

He shrugs.

I glance back at the guy in the middle, and despite his injuries, his face flushes red. “You’re telling me all three of you were having sex with this woman who hired you for this job, and none of you were aware of what the others were doing?”

“Apparently not,” the middle guy says.

I grab a chair and sit down so I’m eye level with these guys. “What is her husband’s name?”

They all shrug.

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