“Let me get this straight, Angel. After you told Jenny you were an agent and the other men were cohorts of mine, she ran away? And you didn’t find her before they did, why?” He glanced at Caruso, waiting, listening, his henchman’s face an unrevealing stone mask. “They’d contacted the border patrol and other local law enforcement agencies before we even knew she’d run off.” Fear laced Angel’s voice. Stinking, rotten fear. Which meant, Angel had failed. Thurman hated a man who made mistakes. But he hated one even worse who was afraid to admit it. “The area was crawling with them. I figured if she didn’t trust me to be with A.T.A., she’d have screamed bloody murder anyway, if I’d found her.” Thurman’s blood pressure elevated. The adrenaline coursed through his body with intense hatred for the bungling efforts of his men, but he kept his voice calm and collected. If Angel could still pull it off, Thurman had to let him try.
