Page 66 of Prisoner of War
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Serrano switched offthe monitor on his desk and glanced at Torrez.
“Why on earth would he bother explaining it to her at all?” Torrez asked softly. “Why the whole ‘boon’ thing?”
“I figured you would be able to tell me that,” Serrano growled. He rubbed his chin in his hand, hearing the bristles scratch.
“What did he mean by her quest?”
Serrano grimaced. “Some stupid medieval jousting challenge to steal a pillowfrom my bed—some mad group she’s with put her up to it. That’s how we caught her.”
“She didn’t come here for Peña?” Torrez asked sharply.
Serrano paused. “I suppose she might have. That would make more sense.” He waved a hand at the monitor. “Agh, this whole business is biting itself on the ass. I can’t tell anymore why anyone is doing anything. That’s why I’m glad you’re back, Jose. I needa clear head around here. Zalaya is losing it and I need back-up.”
“Bruno was always too easily influenced by his emotions,” Torrez said softly.
“Zalaya?” Serrano’s brows shot to his hairline. “That man is so cool he pisses ice cubes.”
Torrez grinned. “I see he has never told you the details of that grudge between him and Peña.”
Serrano settled back in his chair. “I’m listening,” he said witha smile.
