Chapter 89

Camila’s pov The city seemed below average in temperature. Perhaps that was only my perspective. I kept peering over my shoulder as I headed toward the alley behind the former fish market. My heart pounded so intensely that I vowed to keep it away from the brick walls. The place smelled like rotting fish guts and oil dead things. With every step, I crushed glass in my boots. He directed us to meet here. That would be safe, he said. God, I hope I did not stroll straight into my tomb. Ahead, tall and still, a shape moved. Freeze. Camila, "You?" "That depends on the situation." Do you DEA? "Maybe…" I almost laughed, but the sound stopped before it reached my throat. I could hardly breathe, let alone fool around. "I carried what you asked for." Real slowly, I reached into my coat and pulled out an old phone and a folded map. "Everything is right here. Avenues. Schedules. Drop notes. He didn't pick it. "What would you like in exchange?" protection. immunity. I want Santiago to be buried so