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you’re the leader of this group,” he said in English.
    Nana looked at him, her face not betraying nothing.
    The man hesitated. 
    Laney restrained the urge to roll her eyes.  Try Spanish, you idiot . 
    Recognizing his mistake, the man switched languages.  “Do you understand Spanish?” 
    He said it slowly, as if Nana had the intelligence of a pet rock.
    “Yes. I understand.”
    “Good.  Are you the leader of this group?”
    “The Shuar have no leader.”
    The man was taken aback by the answer.  “But you speak for them?”
    “Sometimes.”
    “Well, that’s what I meant.  Have you heard of the cave of the Etsu Nantu?’
    Nana’s face betrayed no inkling of concern.  Laney struggled to keep her face as serene. 
    “Yes.  But it’s only a myth.”
    The man’s polite façade disappeared into a sneer.  “See, now you’re just lying.  I told them we could do this the easy way.  I guess not.”
    He turned to Warren, who’d followed him over.  “Your turn.  Find out what I want.”  He headed to the entrance without a backward glance.
    Warren smirked as he strode forward.  He stopped in front of Jen and Laney.  "Told you two you'd be sorry." 
    Narrowing his eyes, he turned.   Pulling out his sidearm, he aimed it at Elena’s head.
    Nana leapt for her granddaughter.  Jen jumped in front of the two of them. Simultaneously, Laney launched herself at Warren.  Burying her shoulder into his hip, she tackled him to the ground.
    But she wasn’t fast enough. The sound of the bullet left her ears ringing.  She looked over her shoulder in time to see Jen thrown back by the impact.
     

    CHAPTER 12
     
    Blood was splashed across Jen’s arm, across her chest.  The sight of it snapped something inside of Laney. 
    Anger like she’d never known boiled up inside of Laney and spilled out.  “You bastard!” 
    Everything slowed down.  All sights and sounds stopped, except for the sight of Warren in front of her.  She whaled away at him, kneeing him in the groin repeatedly. She punched him in the face so hard and so often, her knuckles split.  Without pause, she switched from punches to elbows. 
    He tried to block her, but she wouldn't let him. Fed up with his feeble attempts, she ripped two of his fingers back, breaking them. 
    Howling, he screamed for help.  “Get her off of me!”
    She felt his cheekbone snap, his nose burst with blood.  She didn’t stop.  Couldn’t stop.   Blood poured from the wounds on his face.  It wasn’t enough.  The image of Jen falling back from the bullet's impact played over and over again in her mind, along with all the other horrific visions from tonight.  The asshole needed to stop breathing.
    A man grabbed her shoulder from behind.  Without looking, she elbowed him in the face.  He released her with a yell. 
    Another man tried to snake his arm around her neck.  She dropped her chin, not letting him.  Trapping his arm with hers, she flipped him over her shoulder with a small twist, never leaving her perch straddling Warren.  The man landed on his back, staring at the sky, a stupefied expression on his face. 
    With a running jump, a third man tackled her.  She slammed into the ground with a grunt.  He kept his arms wrapped around her.  She threw her head back and caught him under the chin. 
    He screamed with pain, but didn't let go.  “Someone knock this bitch out!”
    The man who’d first tried to grab her stumbled over, his eye already swelling.  He slammed the butt of his rifle into the side of her head.  A starburst of pain pierced her skull, before everything went black.
     

    CHAPTER 13
     
    Baltimore, Maryland
     
    “So what’s with the pup?”  Jake asked.
    He was sitting on the veranda at Chandler HQ watching Danny Wartowski throw a ball for a little black ball of fur called Moxy.  The Chandler headquarters were set on a two hundred acre estate outside Baltimore.  The estate had been in Henry’s family for generations.