Chapter 22

SHANE My plane landed in L.A. an hour ago. There was a car waiting for me at the airport, and now I’m sitting in the air-conditioned office of Alejandro Montoya. He’s the King of L.A. and an old friend of mine. I look at the photographs on his desk. One of a young dark haired woman and a little boy, who I know to be his adopted daughter, and her son. I pick up the one next to it. This one is a picture of a woman with brown curly hair holding two chubby babies—his wife, Alana and their twin boys. They all smile for the camera, and I wonder if Alejandro took the photograph. “Hey, amigo,” a voice behind me says and I put the frame back on the desk and stand, pulling my buddy, Jackson Decker into a hug. “Hey, Jax. Thanks for the car.” “Only the best for you, Shane. You know that,” he says with a smile. “Alejandro will be here shortly. He’s just dealing with someone real quick.” “Oh?” I arch an eyebrow at him. “Nothing like that. At least not today.” “So, what did you find out about my hous