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your late husband. They’ll be waiting for us to go or for you to emerge outside. Either way, they’ll move today, so we have to get out of here before they do.”
    “Unless we wanna hang about and find out who sent them,” Adam remarked.
    “I rather supposed Porcha would know that.”
    “Where will we go?” she asked, ducking the question.
    Troy lifted a strand of her drying hair and smiled at her. “What happened? How did your husband die?”
    Porcha licked her fingers clean of butter smears and sighed. So did all three men, struck by the guileless sensuality of the gesture. “We first met—”
    “We’ll get the life story later. Just cut to the relevant bits for now.”
    “Okay. He worked out of Miami. He had legitimate business premises there. Import, export.”
    Adam curled his lip. “Yeah, and we know what he was importing.”
    “We lived up the coast in Jupiter. Big house, high perimeter wall, electric gates, guards everywhere. I couldn’t go out without at least two men on me. Sal was petrified that I’d get kidnapped by his enemies.” She inhaled deeply, obviously getting to the business end of her story, but only hesitated fractionally. “About a month ago, Sal went to Mexico on business.”
    Troy elevated a brow. “You didn’t go with him? I’d have thought, if he was so possessive—”
    “Usually I did, yes. He hardly ever left me on my own, but this time he went with just a couple of his lieutenants. I’m not sure what was going on, but I’m pretty sure it was something big.”
    “A large consignment?” Beck suggested.
    “Possibly, but Sal had moved away from drugs, thank God. He promised me faithfully that he would.” She paused, looking at each of them in turn. “He’d got into smuggling precious stones instead.”
    “Fucking hell!” Adam scratched his thigh. “Bit of a departure, wasn’t it?”
    Porcha shook her head. “Not really. Everyone associates Sal’s name with drugs, but he’d become more of a facilitator. A middleman who found buyers for certain commodities, and the other way round.”
    “That why he went to Mexico, do you think?”
    “He’d gone to finalise the off-loading of his drugs business. He was selling up to one of his rivals.”
    “He kept his promise to you,” Beck said.
    “Yeah, sort of.” She grimaced. “Anyway, about two weeks ago, he was still away, and I’d been out shopping. I had my two regular guys with me. I didn’t dare to go out without them, even when Sal wasn’t there. He’d know, he always knew everything I did, and I’d have paid a heavy price for defying his orders. Besides, if the guys let me go against him, they’d be in for it as well.”
    “A gilded cage,” Beck muttered.
    “Anyway, we drove up to the house, and before we even got there, I sensed something was wrong. The gates were hanging open, and I could see men with guns swarming all over the grounds. My driver simply turned the car round and hit the gas. ‘No way are we taking you in there, Mrs. G.,’ was what Kevin said.”
    “What did you do instead?” Troy asked.
    “We went to a downtown hotel in Fort Lauderdale, and I tried to ring Sal but got no response. I was trying to decide what to do next when an e-mail came through on my iPhone, from Sal’s e-mail address.”
    “Saying?” Troy prompted when her words stalled.
    “Nothing.” She shuddered. “It was just an attachment with a picture of Sal’s dead body.”
    The guys shared a glance. “I know this sounds like a dumb question, but are you sure he’s actually dead?”
    Porcha reached for her iPad and pulled up the e-mail in question. “See for yourselves.”
    The three of them crowded round the screen, staring directly at a picture of a man in his fifties with a full head of salt-and-pepper hair, who might or might not have been Sal Gonzalez. Troy had only ever seen pictures of the guy, so he wouldn’t know, but presumably, his wife would. He was naked, lying in a pool of blood, staring