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considered where to begin with the two wretches, acutely aware of Kannon’s eyes on her. She needed to channel more of Darae’s teachings. She straightened and addressed them in Thai.
    “My name’s Gina, and I want to know where Alak Montri is being kept,” she began. “I don’t care what role you two played in Wakai’s plot, and I’m not going to allow Kannon here to torture you anymore. Instead I’m going to give you a choice. Either we work out a deal to find Mr. Montri and you go free, or I have you thrown overboard to drown. You want to cooperate or not?”
    Jarun eyed Kannon. “You’ll toss us overboard, anyway.”
    “It’s not what you know right now that’s of any interest to me. It’s what you can find out when you’re back in Bangkok. I don’t believe either of you have any idea where Mr. Montri is right now, though I’m sure you could find out if you had the opportunity.”
    “And what would keep you from killing us as soon as you had him?” Jarun clearly wasn’t the trusting sort.
    Gina stepped closer to, causing him to flinch, then kneeled so she was on eye level with him. “Do you know how my father took over so much of Bangkok’s nightlife, so fast?”
    Jarun shook his head.
    “Because he kept his word. And that’s why people like to deal with him—because they know that when he makes a promise, he keeps it.”
    Despite Jarun’s skeptical expression, Gina pressed on. “You and your buddy here are pawns. Henchmen. I’ll happily let you go if it means I can rescue Montri. And I give you my word that if you help us, we’ll set you free. I can’t make a better offer than that.”
    Jarun’s jaw clenched, his eyes shifting back and forth between Kannon and Gina. They settled on Kannon. “Before we make any deal, I want talk to Mr. Zaffini himself to—”
    With a snarl more animal than human, the younger man lunged forward, knocking Gina aside, an instant away from sinking his shark-like teeth into Jarun’s jugular. Before Gina’s butt could hit the floor, Kannon’s foot connected with the attacker’s jaw.
    The man’s head slammed with an audible crack against the back wall, teeth breaking. Jarun scuttled away as far as the handcuffs would let him, at the same time Kannon followed up with an iron grip on the assailant’s throat, cutting off breath.
    Gina scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide as she and Jarun exchanged shocked looks.
    The door to the hold burst open and there was Ryota, gun in hand.
    “Unlock Jarun and get him some food and clothing,” said Kannon impassively as the man in his grip turned a bright red. “Take her with you.”
    “And what about...him?” asked Gina, her heart pounding. Were it not for Kannon’s reflexes, Jarun’s throat would have been ripped out in front of her.
    Kannon tilted his victim’s head a bit, inspecting him as he thrashed. The redness of his face began to darken to blue, blood and saliva dripping from his mouth. “I don’t think this one’s going to respond to reason.”
    Gina placed a hand on Kannon’s shoulder. “We need to keep him alive.” She swallowed. “ I need him alive.”
    Kannon’s grip shifted suddenly from neck to face, and whacking the prisoner’s head into the wall, knocked him unconscious.
    Gina supposed that was a fair compromise.
     

     
    Tucked into his sky lounge chair with Gina and Darae seated on either side of him, Vincenzo smiled thinly at Jarun who was in a short-sleeved red dress shirt and beige shorts, an outfit he’d been partial to in his pre-cancer days, and one, along with dozens of other pieces of clothing, he ordered to be removed. Instead, he now realized, they’d only been removed from his sight. Damn women.
    “Jarun, tell us what you know.”
    “Wakai and I grew up in the slums. He was always smart. Always a good friend. A natural leader. But his sister, Victoria, she was a psycho. Never played with the other children. Always hung out with weird scum. Street shamans. Back alley