And she knew by the way that Avery was giving off an angry scent that he was also ready to kill. A guard, at least they thought he might be, came out to speak with them. They assumed at least another was waiting in the house for them, watching to see what would happen. “Where’s Carlos?” the man asked, his skin a light brown, his English heavily accented with Spanish. He was wearing a suit coat and black trousers that looked completely out of place there in the tropics. “He wanted us to bring the jaguars here so Ms. Baker could see them,” Melissa said. “He said that she didn’t want to miss out on them.” “She had a social engagement and told him she would see him tomorrow.” “Do you want to see the cats? The male is a black. Rare. Beautiful,” Melissa said. “I don’t care anything about the cats,” the man said. “Now leave before I have to call the police.”
