Chapter 80

“I know you’re going to wish like hell you’d never had dealings with Manolo Viejo.”

“What?” That got to him. “Who is this? What are you talking about?”

“Or should I say Juan Zolo, since he’s the one who bought me for you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re insane.”

“Perhaps, perhaps not, but I’ll tell you something, Malossini. I’m not drugged anymore, and I suggest you keep that in mind and watch your back. I took care of Twitchell and Simmons. I’ll be coming after you.” I set the receiver down in its cradle. I had learned much from watching the predators of the Amazon. He’d never know from which direction the threat would come.

Suddenly I was ravenous. My step was jaunty as I strode down the hall and opened the door to the kitchen. Someone was already in there, and I came to an abrupt halt, watching the redheaded young man poke at the sausages in a frying pan.

“Good morning. I didn’t realize anyone else was up. You’re St. John, aren’t you?”