The senator had to trust someone. Someone had been there to help with all the deals.
The someone who’d just stopped screaming.
“I—I was just going to visit my mother. She—she lives in Florida.”
It was the wrong response. Ben McLintock should have been asking why he was being held. Demanding to know who’d taken him.
Not rushing to answer with a pat response.
“After all that happened with the senator, I—I needed to get away.”
Still wrong.
Diego nodded to his men. The bag wasn’t needed any longer.
One man stepped forward and yanked it from McLintock’s head. McLintock’s gaze flew around the small room, then locked on Diego.
“You know who I am,” Diego said as he stared right back at the other man.
McLintock gave a small nod.
“That will make things easier.” Diego lifted his hand and gave a little two-fingered wave. His man, Mario, knew what that signal meant.
A knife was immediately shoved into McLintock’s shoulder.
The senator’s aide screamed.
Diego dropped his hand. “You were working for the senator.” The authorities had to know that, too. So he’d had to be so careful when he made his move on this man. But lucky for him, McLintock had been the one to escape from the guards that the government had put on him.
His man had been driving the taxi that picked up McLintock.
“I—I don’t know what—”
Sighing, Diego lifted two fingers.
“No!” McLintock said. Mario paused and Diego cocked a brow. “I—I was... I just delivered packages for him, okay? I didn’t even know what was in them, not until the feds came in and started asking all their questions.” Blood soaked his fancy shirt. “Then Aaron offered me money to keep quiet.”
Sure, as if Diego believed that was the way things had gone down. This man had known about the deals. Probably from day one. He’d been taking money, stashing it away just like James had.
But James hadn’t escaped. Neither would McLintock.
“Where’s the evidence?”
“I don’t know. I swear!”
Diego gave his two-fingered wave. The knife sank into McLintock’s left shoulder this time. More screams. More blood.
“I’ll ask again.”
“I don’t know!”
The knife sank into his left thigh.
“I need that evidence...”
“J-James said he was giving it...to his daughter...s-safekeeping...”
The knife sank into his right thigh.