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  I freshened Butch’s water, let him out in the yard, and then pushed him inside the front door. He stared at me with big, mournful eyes, but I didn’t think he’d be an asset to the mission. Then again, I might not be either.

  “Sorry, bud,” I said. “Not this time. Wish us luck?”

  He yapped once.

  Good thing—we’d need it.

  Montoya’s Mountain

  We crossed the border in Jesse’s Forester. It made sense since we numbered six, plus all the gear. I huddled down in the back since I didn’t have a passport. If I lived through this, I’d have Eva cook me one. Luckily, Jesse being a cop meant they didn’t look too hard at any of us. Once we passed the second checkpoint, I sat up, uncovered my head, and leaned up against a duffel bag.

  Nobody spoke much on the ride in, and I didn’t blame them. So many things could go wrong out here. Montoya might burn our bodies in a giant pile and nobody would ever know the difference. My nerves vibrated like violin strings.

  The dashboard clock showed nearly two a.m. by the time we neared our destination. Early morning in Great Britain. I rang Booke.

  The man really didn’t sleep. He sounded alert and eager when he answered. “I’ve had a chance to check out the location. I neutralized a few minor wards for you, but the man appears to rely on strength of arms and manpower for protection. I’m afraid you’ll have quite a fight on your hands when you get in there. There’s only one way up or down the mountain, unless you fly out.”

  “What else can you tell me about the way up?”

  “Five kilometers on, there’s a plateau where you’ll have to leave the vehicle and proceed on foot.”

  That did it. When I got back to Mexico City, I was joining a gym.

  Booke paused. “You will be careful, won’t you, Corine?”

  “As much as I can,” I hedged.

  “That’s all I could ask then.”

  “Anything else you can tell me about the place?”

  “Yes, actually.”

  Dutifully I relayed Booke’s summary: gated entry, two sentries, more in the courtyard. Montoya’s hideaway resembled a Spanish-style hacienda with breezeways and open courtyards. Regular patrols in the corridors.

  When I’d finished, he murmured, “Call me when it’s over?”

  That too depended on the outcome, but it didn’t hurt to accede. I disconnected and put my phone away, rose up on my knees to peer out the back window. Out here there were no lights, just an endlessly dark sky and the shadow of the mountains in the distance.

  The Forester shuddered as we left the highway and took the dirt road. We slowed because it was rough, and we didn’t want to break an axle. Hiking would take us all night. Jesse drove with both hands on the wheel, his expression grim. I caught myself studying him. What was he to me? Mentor? Friend?

  “Glad we did some recon,” Chuch muttered.

  “We will be fine,” Kel said calmly. “This is a holy cause.”

  What do you say to that, really? Everyone sat in silence until Eva pointed to a slight widening in the mountain road. “That must be it.”

  Well, it wasn’t what I’d call a plateau, but we climbed out of the Forester and divvied up the gear. We hiked upward in single file, careful not to speak above a whisper. The air felt thin and cold.

  By the time the gate came into view, I breathed shallowly so as not to give away how much I wanted to huff and puff. Since I was the only panda among long, lean wolves, I didn’t want them knowing how out of shape I was.

  To my surprise Chuch took charge. His hair bound back with a navy bandana, he seemed utterly at home. Maybe he’d led forces in Nicaragua too. At this point nothing could surprise me. “We need to get somebody inside quietly, someone who can kill in silence and open the gate for us without setting off any alarms.”

  “That would be Kel,” I said at once.

  God’s Hand drew his slender silver knife. “Watch the doors.”

  The shadows took him. That’s the only way I can describe it, because one moment he stood there with us, and one moment he was gone. Eva shivered. “I think maybe el Señor did send him, but Dios, does he have to be so creepy?”

  No more than five minutes passed before the huge iron doors swung open. We didn’t see Kel anywhere but that had to be our cue. Staying low, we clung to the walls and slunk inside, where we found him manning the sentry station. Kel pushed a button and the gate closed behind us while he wiped his knife clean against his pant leg.

  “Good,” Jesse said. “No point in alerting them.”

  Booke had said there were more guards in the courtyard but I didn’t see any. Chuch followed my gaze around the tiled square. Only the fountain broke the silence. “Did you kill them all, primo?”

  Expressionless, Kel asked, “Would you like me to?”

  Before Chuch could answer, a shout went up from a man on one of the balconies. Shit, we’d been spotted. As he dove wide, pulling me with him, Saldana called, “Get down!”

  Bullets bit into the ground where we’d been standing. With a wide smile, Chuch took cover behind a marble statue and returned fire in short, controlled bursts. One of the guys fell, striking the tiles with a heavy sound. Eva crawled to her husband’s side and produced a slender, short-barreled weapon like she knew what to do with it. When she shot the next guy cleanly between the eyes, she proved she did.

  “No joke, you can handle yourself,” I muttered.

  I couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn. The best I could do with an automatic weapon was lay down cover, and after watching me fire at some cans in the field behind Chuch’s house, they’d decided I shouldn’t have a gun because I might hit our people with friendly fire.

  The last of the guards fell with a gurgling cry. “We go room to room,” Chance shouted. “Kill anything that fires on you. Use the radio only if you find Min.”

  He loped off in a crouching run. Though it shouldn’t have hurt for him to leave me behind, it did, perhaps because it seemed so symbolic. I knew better than anyone that his luck might get me killed in a situation like this. Ironic—he could best safeguard me by staying away from me.

  Eva and Chuch reloaded and made their way more carefully in another direction. Kel was already gone again in search of more sinners to punish. Jesse grabbed my hand and hauled me toward the east doors that led from the courtyard to the first floor of the house.

  “You’re with me. I’m supposed to be watching out for you.” Saldana managed a smile. “That whole mentor thing.”

  Between gunfire and sparking lights, I couldn’t tell where everyone else had gone anymore. I wasn’t sure splitting up was the best idea, but we weren’t fighting an army on a unified front. My heart beat like a kettledrum as I followed Jesse around the corner.

  He’d traded his police-issue weapon for a heavy Colt.45. The gun shone in Jesse’s hand, big and heavy enough to kill someone if he coldcocked him. I’d tucked an emergency grenade into my gear, which consisted of a Maglite and some bottled water. They didn’t think highly of my martial skills, and rightfully so. I wouldn’t chuck my grenade unless we needed something blown up, though. Like zombies. Or a wall.

  The moment we slipped into the house, we came across two more guards heading for the courtyard at a run. I guessed they didn’t know we were already inside. I dove behind an ornate, expensive sofa, and Saldana fired twice, the weapon thundering in the enclosed space. They both went down before they had fully registered our presence.

  “Holy shit,” I said, clambering to my feet.

  His smile came a little easier that time. “Top of my class, marksmanship. Usually it’s a paper guy that I shoot through the head, but same principle.”

  From other corners of the house I heard screams of pain, Chuch shouting in Spanish, and the staccato report of automatic weapons. Pausing by a window while Jesse scouted ahead, I caught a glimpse of Chance slipping through an open doorway across the courtyard, gun blazing. Then I remembered it was stupid to stand in front of a window at a time
like this and dove around the corner.

  “We should move along, see if we can find Min,” I said. “Sounds like the others are cleaning house.”

  “You’ve got some scary friends, Corine.”

  If I hadn’t been so nervous I would have laughed. He didn’t know the half of it. Inside the house, someone screamed in pain.

  Jesse shot three more guys and nearly took a bullet himself as we fought our way up the stairs. I tried to stay out of the way, but I did whack one with my flashlight as he stumbled past Saldana. He staggered and Jesse lashed out with a neat kick that sent him spinning over the railing. At the halfway point up the stairway, the lights showered sparks and gave out entirely. Finally, there was something I could do.

  I turned my Maglite on. “Better?”

  “Much.”

  The house had a strange, spooky air, the dark split only by my yellow beam. I heard staccato gunfire in the distance and screams that were often cut off abruptly. Around each turn I never knew what we’d find: bad guys, our crew, or nothing at all.

  “Booke said the only other way off this mountain was to fly,” Jesse whispered. “So he’ll have a chopper somewhere on grounds and maybe a panic room. We should be looking for both.”

  That lit a fire under me. We searched room to room, looking for any sign of more kidnapped girls or Yi Min-chin. We found evidence of Kel’s or Chance’s passage in several corridors, strewn bodies and pools of blood where they had swept through and cleared the way for us. Jesse and I had covered almost the whole second story when we entered a lavish bedroom. It looked like a woman would sleep here, and as I stepped inside, I smelled Min’s perfume, White Linen.

  “She was here,” I said. “I’m sure of it.”

  Saldana held the light for me while I searched. I went through the room like a blind person, touching everything. When we opened up the desk drawer, my fingers grazed a metal object that threw a spark.

  “Something?”

  Chance and Eva stood in the doorway. I hadn’t noticed their arrival. Kel and Chuch crouched behind them, keeping watch for more of Montoya’s men. The mechanic muttered beneath his breath about the need to hurry. “Yeah. Something,” I replied.

  Drawing a deep breath, I curled my hand around the pen, accepted the pain as the price of my gift. Agony sizzled through me, echoes of fire, and then I saw a simple image. Min sat at this desk, writing a note. I watched her, and then she rose, folded the thin paper into a tiny square, and slipped it into the frame of the painting that hung beside the window.

  The pen slipped from my fingers, struck the floor. Wordlessly I beckoned to Jesse, who aimed the flashlight for me. My hands shook as I delved for what she’d left behind.

  Yes, here.

  In the circle of light I read her words with him. The shepherdess.

  “What the...?” I took the Maglite from Jesse and shone it around the room until I found a white and blue statuette on a high shelf.

  “What did it say?” Chance asked.

  I sensed his tension as he came toward me. I passed him the note as I moved toward the far wall. And the corridor exploded.

  “Incoming!” Chuch shouted.

  Oh, Christ, not fire. Not. Fire. Despite my near-prayer, the hall blazed, flames licking up the wall. Shit, they were trying to burn us out. Smoke filled the room in a deadly haze. Chuch fired at Montoya’s men, who were running away. They’d turn this building into our pyre, which meant Montoya was safe somewhere.

  Jesse had mentioned something about a panic room. Well, I needed to be there because I could feel terror rising in my brain, threatening my ability to think and reason. A scream caught in my throat, choking me.

  I staggered toward the shepherdess. Min had found it important enough to mention, so I’d take a look at it if it was the last thing I did. And it might be.

  Eyes watering, I reached up to the shelf and touched it. Tried to pick it up, but it wouldn’t budge. The room swam, and the heat threatened to blister my skin. I could hear the others coughing. I pitched forward and the statue slid forward as in a groove. Through distance roaring in my ears, I heard a click.

  Then someone said, “Corine found a door. Let’s go.”

  If These Shadows Have Offended

  I did what now?

  I felt dimly aware of an arm wrapping around my shoulders to guide me down some stairs, but I’d inhaled too much smoke to see anything but a bizarre whorl of messy colors. My flashlight spun around the walls until someone took it from me.

  “Close the door!” I thought Saldana said that. “It’s reinforced steel behind the plaster; it’ll provide a fire break for us.”

  “Everyone okay?” I tried to ask.

  One foot after the other. I could do this. We’d reached the bottom of the staircase before I had all my wits about me again.

  “Chuch got burned.” I heard Eva’s voice, but I couldn’t see her until the Maglite shone on her face, now covered with blood and soot. Her eyes glistened with tears, rage, or both. “I don’t know how bad.”

  “Molotov cocktails are a bitch,” Chuch grunted. “But I’m okay. Just need some aloe. Don’t worry about me, nena. I’m tough.”

  If Chuch got burned, Kel probably did too. But nobody gave a shit about him. In a weird way, that saddened me.

  She sniffed. “That’s exactly why I worry about you. You’re too ‘tough’ to admit how bad you’re hurt.”

  Kel rejoined us then. I hadn’t even realized he’d slipped off to scout. “It’s like a vault down here,” he reported. “There’s another reinforced door down at the end of this corridor, and it’s locked. Nothing else. There might be another exit from inside the room.”

  “Panic room. He probably dug himself an escape tunnel to where they keep the chopper,” Saldana said. “I know I would.”

  “The hijo de la chingada better be in there,” Chuch growled. “He owes me some skin and blood.”

  Chance had been oddly silent. I sensed his tamped fear and anguish, but we could only move forward. We’d find Min here, one way or another.

  “I have a grenade,” I said then. “Any way that’ll get us through the door?”

  “Not without a little luck,” Chance said.

  Saldana had the flashlight, so he shone it on my ex, and in the beam of light, I saw Chance smile.

  So be it.

  “Take cover in the staircase,” Saldana ordered.

  The others complied. I pulled the pin, took aim, tossed, and then dove around the corner. The subsequent boom certainly alerted Montoya that we’d found his hidey-hole, if he hadn’t already fled, but we couldn’t help that. Time to finish this: for Maris, for Lenny, for those unknown girls, and, not least of all, for Min.

  When debris stopped raining down, other than a dusty trickle of plaster, Chuch led the way down the hall. To my disappointment, the metal door stood intact, charred but solid. Then Jesse ran the light along the edges where it joined the cement.

  “I never would’ve believed it,” Chuch said, jubilant. “The wall’s starting to crack.”

  Thanks, Chance.

  Eva took up his train of thought in the seamless way married couples sometimes had. “If we put our backs into it—” She trailed off, probably thinking it was better we just got to it.

  After a good minute of solid shoving, the plaster and cement crumbled away and the heavy door toppled inward. I shouted in warning, hoping Min would stand clear. As one, we rushed into the room.

  Whatever I’d expected to find, it wasn’t this.

  Min stood in the center of a ritual circle, much as she’d done in the warehouse. The room swam with candles guttering like a host of mad fireflies. Bizarre runes adorned the simple concrete floor. Four men surrounded her, but none of them held weapons, and it looked very much like she was in charge.

  “Thank the spirits,” she said, as though she’d been expecting us. “Kill these sons of bitches, will you? I’m sick of their faces.”

  With that, she dropped the candle in her hands
and dove wide.

  Everything seemed to happen at once. As weapons sparked, lending the room a bizarre staccato flash, I dropped to the floor. I couldn’t tell who was shooting whom, so I stayed down, listening to cries of pain and muffled thumps.

  When Saldana swung the Maglite around the room, I found our people shooting at an empty tunnel. A trail of blood indicated we’d hit at least one of the men, but I didn’t know where they’d gone. And then we heard the distant sound of a chopper powering up. Jesse had been right, it seemed.

  Chance hugged Min hard without saying a word. Now wasn’t the time for explanations. In the yellow beam of light, she looked exhausted and worn. We needed to get her out of here.

  “We can’t go back up,” Saldana said. “We’ll have to leave the way they did and hope for the best.”

  Dug from solid rock, the tunnel led deep into the mountain and emerged some distance from the house, which smoldered behind us like a symbol of divine judgment. Chuch hissed through his teeth as we moved, and I guessed he hurt more than he’d let on. At some point, Chance had been shot in the upper arm, a flesh wound that would hurt like a bitch. If it had been any one of the rest of us, that person would probably be dead.

  Min hadn’t spoken, other than to thank us. She had a lot of explaining to do, but we were content to let her do so once we were safe, relatively speaking. As for me, I didn’t have the breath to speak as we hiked back down the mountain. I felt numb.

  By the time we reached Jesse’s ride, Chuch looked greenish pale. Eva helped him into the back, where he leaned his head on her shoulder. The rest of them clambered into the vehicle, but Kel stood apart.

  Our eyes met for a moment, and he inclined his head. His face bore faint burn scars now, but they looked ancient. He might heal, but he still suffered. And nobody cared.

  Without a word, God’s Hand turned and walked into the night. Our alliance had ended for the moment, but I suspected I hadn’t seen the last of him. He’d spoken of a great evil, and we hadn’t vanquished it, just sent it scurrying for cover. This felt like the first skirmish in a coming war, one I wasn’t sure I wanted to fight.