Page 131 of Jagger's Remorse
"North covered," Poncho confirms.
"South secure," Hammer adds.
"Ready," Scarlett confirms from beside me.
She shouldn't be here, but try stopping her.
Right on schedule, vehicles appear on the horizon.
Three Devils colors flying proud.
And behind them, Sombra backup.
Two crews united in their hatred of us.
"There's our proof about Mouse," I mutter.
"Wait," Scarlett says through the comm. "Something's wrong. Look at Mouse."
She's right.
Mouse isn't trying to hide. He's standing in the open, hands visible. No weapon drawn.
And he's crying.
The vehicles surround us, engines still running. Doors open. Men pour out, weapons raised.
"Please," Mouse shouts as they take positions. "I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice!"
Rico steps out of the lead vehicle.
Same cocky voice from the phone call, now with a face to match.
Young, maybe twenty-five, trying to fill Butcher's boots. "Jagger Morales," he grins. "Thanks for the tip about the shipment."
"Let me guess," I keep my voice steady, hand resting on my Glock. "You've got leverage on Mouse."
"Show him," Rico orders.
One of his men opens a van door.
Inside, a woman and a little girl. Bound. Gagged. Terrified.
The girl can't be more than six, teddy bear still clutched in her arms.
Mouse's ex-wife. His daughter.
"Three months ago," Mouse sobs, falling to his knees. "They took them. Said if I didn't cooperate, they'd... they'd..."
So… what was the surveillance we got of them?
Did Rico let him see them to keep his leash on Mouse tight?
Cruel, but it makes sense.
"You sold out your brothers," Poncho spits from beside me.
"To save my family!" Mouse screams. "What would you do? What would any of you do?"
