Morgan’s POV
11:19 p.m. — Mexico
“He knows you removed the device.”
Rafael's words came through the intercom.
I stared at the security monitor.
“Who told Esteban?”
“I don't know!”
Blood seeped between Rafael's fingers as he pressed his side.
True stepped closer.
“Could be a trap.”
“Probably.”
Rafael looked into the camera.
“Please! I didn't betray Diego!”
“Then explain the money,” I demanded.
“What money?”
“Two hundred thousand dollars deposited into an account bearing your name.”
His expression twisted.
“Isabel offered to pay me for information. I refused!”
True glanced at me.
That explained why someone might have opened an account using his identity.
But not why he was here.
“How'd you find us?”
“Someone sent me the address.”
My blood chilled.
“Who?”
“Unknown num
