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Was she really that naïve?
    “Jackson, I’m not stupid, I know he’ll be able to help you, but he won’t be eager to do so. If he talks, he won’t ever be safe again. I met his father. He’d kill him in a second if he learns Alejandro betrayed him.”
    Junior would talk. Teague would make sure of it. And then Alejandro would be safe in lock-up somewhere.
    “Maybe if he was offered a deal. He could start over with a new name.”
    “Yeah, he might be offered that—when he gets stateside, and the DEA is certain he shouldn’t be the one doing life. But until then, he’s our prisoner. You don’t go near him.”
    Her mouth firmed into a line, and she turned abruptly on her heel. The bedroom door shook in its casing from the strength with which she slammed it. Jackson nearly smiled. “I still have to get dressed.”
    A moment later, the door opened, and his clothing sailed out.
    “Thanks.” And then he did smile. Suri really was one hot mess when she was riled.
    He dressed quickly then walked to ops. Although daybreak, the sky remained dark from thick cloud cover. In the distance came the sound of thunder.
    The camp was on high alert. Too much movement had occurred in and out—by air, and now by road—for them to think someone hadn’t alerted the Federales or Guzman’s cartel that something was up.
    Still, getting to them wouldn’t be easy, and while the surrounding thick jungle protected them from most attention, the denseness also made it hard for the people inside the camp to detect infiltration. Infrared surveillance by satellite was spotty at best, which was why security was rotated in and out from listening posts around the perimeter of the camp.
    Teague was sitting at the monitor when he came in. “Get your gear. Your team’s on the gate.”
    From the terse way he spoke, Jackson was pretty sure their interrogator knew Suri and he had shared more than just a mattress. He grabbed a headset, his weapon, and a magazine of ammunition. “Still no sightings of the father?”
    “Not a peep.” Teague glanced up. “I’m going to be on Suri’s shit list.”
    So that was what was bugging him. “I gave her some warning of what would happen and the fact she needs to stay away from him.”
    “Think that will stop her from trying?”
    “Nope.”
    Teague smiled. “I’ll set an extra guard on her.”
    Jackson made his way to the gate. Deke gave him a wave. His team was fanned out. More guards were in the trees on either side of the road.
    Deke squinted as he stared down the paved track. “So much attention for that kid. Think he knows where his dad is?”
    “No, but he might know how to find him.”
    “We could use him as the bait.”
    Jackson nodded. “If he’s willing—and if Suri’s right about him not being part of his dad’s organization.”
    Deke snorted. “If Alejandro was, he wouldn’t be telling her anyway.”
    Two headlights flashed then went out. Since the van had been equipped with military-style blackout lights, only a very dim light could now be detected moving their way.
    In his ear, he listened as the guards stationed in the woods radioed in. “Shakey’s at the wheel. Road’s clear behind him.”
    The guard watching the gate rolled it back, making an opening wide enough for the van to enter, then rolled it shut again.
    Jackson strode behind the van as it parked outside the ops van.
    The side door opened. Two men in dark uniforms dropped to the ground then reached to draw out a man wearing handcuffs with a gag around his mouth. He was disheveled and sported a bruise that spread from his cheek to his jaw. His clothing showed tears. Other than the fact his hair was black and his skin the same shade’s as Diego’s, he didn’t favor his father. His build was slim rather than stocky, and his dark eyes showed fear.
    Waiting as Alejandro was dragged up the ramp and into ops, Jackson scanned the area. So far, they’d been lucky. Or they hadn’t destroyed or taken anything Diego