Chapter 13

ALEJANDRO I WALKED INTO THE OLD WAREHOUSE AND NODDED TO THE FOUR MEN WHO had been keeping the gunman from last night hostage. Jax, my oldest friend and my second in command, walked over to me, flicking his lit cigarette into the distance. ‘Those things will kill you,’ I said to him. ‘Well, something’s gotta,’ he replied with a grin. ‘What do you have for me?’ I asked. ‘Layton Cooper. Forty4. Lives in Virginia. Wife left him last year. They had a daughter. She died a little over two years ago when she was sixteen. Suicide, apparently.’ ‘Has he said much?’ ‘No, Boss. As per your orders we haven’t interrogated him yet. And he’s been as quiet as a church mouse all night except to ask for some water.’ ‘Gracias,’ I said and walked over to where Layton was bound to a chair. I picked up a bottle of water from the table as I passed. My men had been there all night and had taken provisions, and I knew they wouldn’t have shown him any me