Marcus was sitting in the window of the house across the street from the one where he left his prisoners and the bomb. He’d spent the night in there to watch them, but moved here at first light. This was a safer place for him, plus, the more he had to take care of their basic needs of food, water, and bathroom, the harder it was going to be to live with their deaths. The less contact, the better. It was going to be hard enough to press the detonator as it was, but it had to be done.“What do you want?” The unmistakable sound of El Demo’s deep growl rang in his ear. Bingo.“You.”“Fine. Let them go and you can have me.”His heart pounded, but he made his voice sound cool. “2204 Via Encantada. One hour.”“No,” Demo growled.“No?” he spluttered.“I’m not showing up till you let them go.”Another call was flashing in—his buddy Casper the Ghost. If he could just keep him out of the country, he could pull this off.“You’re not in a position to negotiate,” he snapped to El Demo and disconnected the call, transferring over to Casper.“Anything new for me?”“Nada.
