LITMIR.BIZ

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      Mendez shut the tap off and set the glass on the counter. He peaked through the kitchen’s miniblinds. “Looks like the transfer team arrived early.”

      Elena’s fingers trembled as she pushed back the cuff of her silk blouse and checked the Rolex on her slim wrist. “They’re four hours early.” She suddenly felt cold, as if Death had brushed past her.

      Nancy’s hand slid to the holster clipped to her jeans. “I don’t like it.”

      “He’s here,” Elena whispered as she stepped back. She hated being afraid, being a coward. “He’s come to kill me.”

      Nancy shook her head, puzzled by Elena’s words. “Who? Antonio? He’s not here.”

      Elena shook her head, unable to deny the feelings in her. “He’s sent people to kill me.”

      “Don’t borrow trouble, Ms. Benito. It could be nothing,” Nancy said.

      Instinct whispered differently.

      Nancy switched off the living room light and moved past Elena into the dark room. She peeked out thick curtains covering the picture window. “It makes sense they’d change the schedule. I just wish they’d told us.”

      There was no tension in Mendez’s face when he came into the living room and looked out the same window. A gold signet ring on his pinky caught the moonlight. “Varying the pickup time just means tighter security, Ms. Benito. The car looks like Miami D.A. issue. No need to worry.”

      Nancy flipped open her cell phone. The light of its screen cast a faint blue light on her angled faced. “I’m calling the lieutenant to see if this is legit.”

      Mendez rubbed the back of his neck. “Man, I hope this gig is ending four hours early. I haven’t slept in my own bed in two nights and I’m missing my old lady’s loving.”

      Elena stepped back toward her room. She glanced at the side window in her bedroom that led to a back alley.

      “Remember the plan,” Nancy said to Elena as if reading her thoughts. “If there is any trouble, climb out the window. There is a car parked in the alley. Keys are under the mat and the gas tank is full. Go straight to the central office.”

      Mendez looked surprised. “Who put the car out back?”

      “I did. Just in case,” Nancy said.

      He cracked his knuckles. “You’re so anal, Rogers.”

      “Better anal than dead, as my brother says,” Nancy shot back.

      Elena didn’t want to be a coward, but raw fear churned in her gut. “Do you think it’s Antonio?”

      Nancy looked calm, too calm, as if she didn’t want to spook her witness. She held her phone close to her ear. “Chances are it’s like Mendez said. They’ve changed the pickup time.”

      Mendez moved toward the door. “You two are worrying over nothing. It’s FBI. This time tomorrow Benito will be in—”

      Nancy snapped her fingers, signaling Mendez to stop talking as someone came on the line. “Hello, Lt. Grasser, this is Officer Rogers at the Benito safe house. I need a confirmation on an early pickup. We’ve got men who look like FBI in our driveway now. Right. Okay.” She muttered an oath. “The guy put me on hold.”

      There was a loud knock at the front door. “Mendez and Rogers open up. FBI.”

      Mendez looked through the peephole. “He’s holding up a FBI badge.” He reached for the handle.

      “Don’t open that door!” Nancy shouted. “Wait until I get a confirmation.”

      Mendez smiled at his partner.

      Elena froze. His was the same oily smile she’d seen on Antonio’s face before he’d killed the Churchmen.

      Elena felt sick. “He’s going to betray us.”

      Shock registered on Nancy’s face but before she could react, Mendez turned the deadbolt.

      “Mendez, don’t,” Nancy shouted.

      “I’ve got to,” he said. “There’s five million on her head and I want it.”

      The shock on Nancy’s face gave way to anger in a split second. Dropping her cell phone, Nancy reached for her gun and shot Mendez in the leg before he could open the door.

      “Run!” Nancy shouted to Elena.

      Frozen with fear, Elena watched Mendez drop to his knees.

      “Bitch.” Wincing, Mendez reached for the doorknob.

      “Run!” Nancy shouted again to Elena.

      Elena did not want to leave the officer behind. She liked the woman and knew if Nancy stayed she’d die.

      “Come with me!” Elena begged.

      “No,” Nancy said. “Now go!”

      Elena felt like a coward as she ran into the bedroom. Her high heels caught in the shag carpet and she stumbled to the floor by her bed.

      Behind her, she heard the crack of wood splintering as the front door slammed open. Her heart hammering, she kicked off her shoes, rose and ran toward the window. She jerked back the curtains and fumbled with the lock.

      Elena glanced back as Nancy swung around, her Beretta raised as three men entered the house. One pulled a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun from under his black suit jacket. He shot Mendez point-blank in the head. The policeman dropped to the floor, dead.

      Nancy fired and hit the shooter in the chest. He fell back into the wall and slid to the floor.

      Elena said a silent prayer as she fumbled with the window’s lock. She and Nancy had reviewed the escape plan just hours ago, but her thoughts tripped inside her head.

      More gunshots exploded in the living room.

      The lock gave way and the window opened. Elena hoisted herself up onto the sill and swung her legs over. She jumped the four feet to the soft ground. Bare feet sunk in the moist dirt.

      Nancy screamed, firing again. The agonizing sounds tore at Elena. Another shot exploded and then silence.

      Elena didn’t have to see to know that Officer Nancy Rogers was dead.

      Tears clouded her eyes and she ran to the car. Nancy had sacrificed herself for Elena. With trembling hands she opened the car door. The dome light flashed on and she reached under the front mat and got the keys. She immediately closed the door. The vehicle plunged into darkness.

      In her rush, she dropped the keys on the floor. Frantically, she ran her hand along the carpeted floor until she felt the cold metal of the keys.

      Inside the house, two men entered her room and went to the window out of which she’d just climbed. She shoved the key into the ignition and turned on the engine.

      Elena didn’t dare look back at the house for fear she’d see them coming. She put the car in Drive and sped down the side street.

      Tonight had proven that the five-million-dollar reward on her head was enough to turn anyone against her, including the police. If she showed up at the courthouse later this morning, she would die. Antonio would see to it.

      Her heart ached for Nancy. The officer deserved justice. The Churchmen deserved justice.

      There was nothing she could do for any of them now but disappear.

      Chapter 1

      Nine Months Later, Tuesday, April 24, 11:00 a.m.

      As Kristen Rodale approached the small town’s historic district, asphalt and nondescript buildings gave way to tree-lined cobblestone streets and turn-of-the-century buildings with flower boxes in the windows.

      A gold-leaf sign on a wooden post near a courthouse

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