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both.  But you already know this.  You think me so foolish I cannot see your manipulations?  You think to force my hand by creating a threat I must act upon.”
    “I simply wanted to contain the situation.”
    “Of course, a situation you created and made a hundred-fold worse by bringing her here to my door-step.  I’ll not be manipulated.  You hoped to sate your sick desires on her, and you wish my permission.  Let’s not couch it in lies.”
    Their mental back and forth moved so quickly it gave me a headache.  I could barely keep up with the flow of words so much faster than anything spoken.
    “Yes Master, I want to kill her.  If you’d allow me to kill at my discretion I wouldn’t have exposed you.  I could’ve taken care of it discreetly with no one the wiser.”   Lia sounded snipish, as if it was all his fault that she brought me here.
    “Your discretion is ever flawed.  You prove the necessity for my limitations with your foolish actions.”
    “I beg forgiveness.”
    “No you don’t, you are begging permission to kill.”
    “Yes.”
    “And how did you find her?  Walking the streets?  I think not.  You used the escort service, and they have the call records and financial payment records of the reservation fee.  Is that your definition of discretion?  The police investigation would lead to us in a matter of hours.”
    The entire conversation passed in the span of ten seconds of staring at each other.  It ended abruptly when the Spaniard lashed out at Lia.  He smacked her really hard, a whip-crack backhand.  He hit her so hard her feet left the ground as she flew across the room.  The sound of it echoed in the open space, breaking the uncomfortable silence with sudden violence.
    It scared the shit out of me.  I actually gave out a girly squeak.  Lia picked herself up off the floor about eight feet from where she’d been standing and straightened her skirt like it was no big deal.  Tough little bitch.
    The Master stared me down for a moment, then introduced himself in a cool calm voice.  “My name is Enrique de la Riguera, but I suspect you already know that.”
    He watched me intensely, looking down on me from that imposing Spaniard beak.  I had that same over powering feeling I’d experienced earlier with Lia.  I returned his stare, refusing to be intimidated.  His features reminded me of something I saw on the History channel, Spain had been overrun by Arabs at one point.  As a result, the Spaniards had a heavy blend of Arabic genetics.  He had that same Arabian hooked nose.  An imposing nose, especially when he stared down it at me, ready to piss myself.
    I didn’t fall for his ruse. I never admit I know more than I should.  I tried to still my shaking hands and played it off.  “My name is Hope.  I don’t have a clue what’s going on here, but I’d really like to go home now.  The people I work for are gonna be very upset if I’m not returned soon.”
    He stared at me unblinking, unfazed, unperturbed.  He drove me nuts with his mental silence.  It felt so wrong to be cut off from his thoughts, like I was missing something vital.  He could lie and I’d never know it.  No one could lie to me.  Never stopped them from trying, but still, it’s a point of pride.  He robbed me of my one advantage, which I really needed now more than ever.  How unnerving.
    “And who do you work for?”
    It’s a rare occasion I admit openly I work for the cartel.  But they had me in a real situation, my life on the line.  A little name dropping might prove useful.  I opened my mouth, but Lia interrupted.
    “She works with an internet-based escort service.  She doesn’t have a pimp, she’s lying.”
    I whipped out my expired visa from my purse and shoved it at Enrique.  “Wrong.  I’m Colombian.  I work for Faustino Vasquez.  I’m under his protection.  If you don’t let me go right now there will be hell to pay!”
    I’d really gotten into the role.  I played