“Yeah, how did you know?”
“Not too difficult. And then?”
“Eventually Dax and I became lovers. He’d often say stuff like how he shouldn’t have involved me and it was a big mistake.”
“Yet he never made you leave,” Dave said dryly.
“No. I didn’t know then, but now I do. Dax was an agent with the Drug Enforcement Administration. He’d been working undercover to bust Martinez and the others. Somehow they found out who he really was.”
“Bastard,” he muttered. Dave got on the freeway and headed in the direction of the nearest police station, still keeping an eye out for the other car or any suspicious vehicles.
“What?”
“He had no business involving you in that.”
Kyle’s sigh was heavy. “Yeah. Anyway, when they found out who he was, Dax came to warn me to get out. I barely escaped the room when Martinez and his men came in and killed Dax.”
“I’m sorry, honey, that must have been awful.”