“I don’t know anything else!”
He could almost believe him.
“Please...let me go...”
Was the many crying now? How pitiful. “I will,” Diego promised him. What would be the point in keeping him? A few more moments, and he’d know if McLintock had any more secrets to tell. After that...
He could go free.
“Tell me, what do you know about the bomb in the cemetery?”
McLintock flinched. “Nothing!”
“Lies just make the pain last longer.” He knew exactly how to get to this one. Pain. McLintock how
led when Mario went to work on him again.
“I didn’t set it! I didn’t!” McLintock was definitely crying now.
He also sounded honest. Pity. McLintock had been one of the few with open access to the senator’s house and to his car. But if it hadn’t been McLintock, then that did narrow down his pool of suspects.
Diego nodded to Mario. “You know what to do.”
A muscle flexed in Mario’s jaw.
“Y-you’re gonna let me go, right?” McLintock was soaked in blood and straining against his bonds. “You’ll let me go?”
“Of course.” Diego turned away. “Once I’m sure you don’t have any other secrets to tell...”
Fear tightened McLintock’s face.
“So perhaps you’d better keep talking,” Diego advised, “or else Mario will keep cutting.”
* * *
THE MANSION THAT SAT high up on the hill, its stone walls stark and cold, had never seemed like home to Juliana.
The building had felt more like a tomb.
It sure looked like one from a distance.
“We’ve got a press conference scheduled for eight o’clock,” Gunner said from his seat up front. “You’re gonna focus on Guerrero during that talk. Time to start rattling the SOB.”
Right. She nodded. She’d say or do whatever was necessary. No more fear. She wasn’t going to stand in the middle of any more bloodbaths. As it was, Juliana had more than enough gore floating around in her mind to give her plenty of nightmares, thank you so much.
The SUV pulled to a stop. A cop car was behind them, another in front. Their escorts. Juliana knew that a large guard force would stay at the mansion. Added cover, sure, but the bodies were also designed to attract extra attention for them.
Here I am. Come and get me.
So they could get Guerrero.
Gunner exited the SUV and headed for the main entrance. Juliana knew the heavy iron security gates would have already closed behind them, locking the vehicles inside.
She glanced over at the house. This had been her father’s place, not hers.
“Why did you always hate it here?” Logan’s quiet question surprised her.
Shrugging a little, she said, “Because it’s cold inside. It’s just a big fancy tomb.” Her palms flattened against her jeans. “My mother died one week after we moved into this house. She was coming home and a drunk driver slammed into her.”