“I was, but I lost them. Why do you think it was Villegas?”
“I killed Lorenzo.”
“What?!” He curses, his voice sounding muffled as if he’s pulled the phone away from his ear. “How?” he asks more calmly when he returns.
“He was in front of the hotel with two of his guards. He followed Aurora and tried to rape her. So I killed him and one of his men. The other ran.”
“Mierda. What the fuck was he doing there?”
My jaw tight, I say, “There’s only one thing I can think of.”
“He was following you.”
“Yes. Omero must have sent him. And if he did, that means he’s behind the thefts of my shipments.”
“Agreed.”
“Get your ass to the airport,” I order. “We’ll meet you there.”