Chapter 8

He leaned up to rest on his bent right arm and lifted his left hand to settle it on Mendoza’s mountainous belly. Glancing across at Sombra, he watched as the bodyguard raised his right hand and laid it palm down across the Latino’s brow. Then the slender man began to hum, so softly Ren was not sure he actually heard a sound.

In moments, he felt his own eyes growing heavy. He had to narrow his focus to resist the hypnotic melody. Within a few seconds, the drug kingpin began to snore, clearly fast asleep.

Sombra looked across at Ren. He grinned. “That’s the first step. Now you must help me create a vision or hallucination of our romp. Make it as lurid and varied as you can. I suspect you know more of such things than I do. I know you can partially read my thoughts, and I can see something of yours if we both unshield. We can do this together.”