Chapter 22

“I’m leaning toward side roads,” Denis said. “Those that might lead to alternative through roads. It’s a better chance for them to evade pursuit.”

“I’m inclined to agree.”

Denis gestured to the other men in their party to come forward for instruction.

Efren stared out over the adjacent meadow and breathed in the fresh, fragrant air. Wild strawberries were growing close by, and he closed his eyes and thought of Marcelo’s fine strawberry-blond hair spilling over a snowy white pillow on their wedding night. How lovely and innocent Marcelo had been. And trusting.

Efren flinched. It had been a misplaced trust, apparently. He’d let down Marcelo. They should have considered the potential of danger from Proye. They could have been prepared for the use of Knockout if they’d considered it a possibility.