Page 40 of Protecting Olivia

“What does that mean, minus our traitor?” If this motherfucker thought he was taking Olivia as a trade, I blow his head off, floors be damned.

“It simply means I didn’t waste my time looking into your problem. Simple deduction tells me that someone is feeding Siles information and passing information back to Bolivia. I don’t much care who it is. That is the American’s problem. My time is worth money. If I cannot make money, I do not bother with it.”

I lowered my gun and shoved it into the waistband of my jeans. I removed Gomez’s gold diamond encrusted Rolex and had to force myself not to roll my eyes. How cliché. Once the back was off, the chip was removed, and I passed it to Garrett. He wasted no time slipping it into a reader and inserting it into his computer.

The room remained silent as Garrett’s fingers flew across his keyboard.

“Should I play the audio?” Garrett asked.

Zane nodded and the room filled with Olivia’s screams. What the fuck! I had zero interest in hearing Olivia being beaten.

“Please.” Olivia’s pleas could be heard in the background.

“It’s almost time. The message has been sent. Leave the girl behind tomorrow and be far away when they come.” A man’s voice came on the recording.

“Yes, sir.” A second man came on and acknowledged the order.

“Please, stop,” Olivia screamed in the background.

“Awe, what a beautiful sound. Capo will go down fast once they find the girl, and all will work out.” The first man was speaking again.

The recording stopped, and Garrett continued to type furiously on his keyboard.

“Voice confirmed,” Garrett announced. “Jose Siles. The second man cannot be confirmed.”

“Fuck,” Zane exploded. “I really fucking hate when scumbags try to double-cross each other. Do you know the extra paperwork that goes with this shit?”

The vein in the side of Zane’s neck was pulsing, a sure sign he was close to losing control.

“Where did you get that recording?” I asked Gomez.

“You don’t think you’re the only ones that have information dealers, do you?” Gomez smiled and looked at the man next to him.

“Timestamps authenticated matching the call logs from tango one to the Scotland address. Though the recording from the holding block has been deleted on their end,” Garrett announced.

Gomez’s information checked out. Siles did make a phone call. All prisoner calls are recorded, but miraculously the recordings from the prison had all been deleted. Isn’t that special. Now we had to track who deleted those calls and who allowed a witness in protective custody to make a call. This was a cluster fuck.

“What do you want?” Zane asked Gomez.

“For you to get out of my business,” he replied.

“That’s it?” Zane inquired.

Something seemed off, it was too easy.

“And I have one small request. When you slice that motherfucker’s throat, tell him I say hello.”

“I can do that,” Zane agreed. “And you won’t mind if my men escort you back to the airport?”

“I thought we’d sightsee for a day or two.” Gomez smiled.

“Not gonna happen. I’ll have my plane on the tarmac in one hour to take you home.” Zane was back on his phone tapping out a message.

“And we have a deal?” Gomez asked.

“We do.”

I didn’t wait for Gomez to be escorted out of the house. Instead, I took the stairs two at a time needing to get to Olivia as quickly as possible.