75 Regroup

The black car sped through the deserted road, back into the city. It had been an eventful night for Hugo Ortiz. Wade had just become the first person in Hugo’s life who managed to walk away after threatening him. Gabriel sat beside him with a brace on his arm. His face was riddled with stitches and bandages. They all were silent.

“I was at the house fire when you called. The gringo architect is in the hospital. He took a bullet to his shoulder. He’ll live if he wasn't on blood thinners. They found another man in the house burnt to a crisp. But there was no sign of any woman,” Juan said.

“Volkov took my Camila!” Hugo said without taking his eyes off the window. Juan was in a deep thought.

“That explains the dead mercenary,” Gabriel said.

“How the hell did he get my number?” Hugo asked. The question had been pricking at him for a while.

“The same way he found out about Camila. We’ve got a rat,” said Gabriel.

“Vladimir?”

“Not possible. We’ve been watching him. He didn't even call hi