Chapter 57 Blood in the Wine Cellar

02:50 AM - Lima, Peru

The garden stank of jasmine and gun oil. Maritza crouched behind the fountain, marble icy against her back, water hissing like a warning. Cole’s voice scraped through the comm, so close it felt like his mouth was at her ear.

“We’re in. Moving to basement.”

Her own heartb...

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