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know anything. She’s just a regular customer. I know her name is Sabrina Ono and that she really likes Chaya juice, but that’s it, I swear.”
    He released her chin, signaled to the blonde woman standing on the far side of the room, and she came over. He took the paper from her hands and lowered it to the waitress’s face. “The back of this receipt is written in code. I have my people working on it. I suggest that you cooperate now, or you’re not going to like what happens when I find out the truth later.”
    The woman had on a strong face, but her voice wavered as she said, “How can I tell you what I don’t know?”
    This was getting him nowhere. The easiest way to get the human talking would be to use the special “soldier” the Collector had lent him. The blonde female Siren could sing a command and the human wouldn’t be able to resist; she’d be telling all of her secrets within seconds.
    But the Siren had to rest her abilities between uses or risk losing her voice forever. Watkins would rather save her skills for something more important.
    Instead, he nodded to his man standing above the woman’s head and said, “Again.”
    The man lowered the cloth over the woman’s face and another man brought over a bucket of water. Once the man started pouring, he ignored the waitress’s struggles and turned toward the Siren. “Tell your mistress I’m going to need more soldiers, preferably ones that can help me capture someone with at least half a brain.”
    The Siren nodded and exited the room. The Collector was as anxious as he to get rid of Luis Gomez. With him gone, she would have full access to the latent abilities in the area to fill out her army. Not only would it make the bitch happy, it would make Watkins a very rich and powerful man.
    He turned back toward the waitress and signaled for his people to stop waterboarding her. Once the wet cloth was removed from Yolanda’s face, she started sputtering. He waited a second to avoid getting spit on before he leaned down, grabbed her hair, and yanked. Hard. “Last chance. Tell me what you know about Sabrina Ono and the coded message, or the next time I’ll let you drown.”
    The woman shook her head. “I-I don’t have anything new to tell you.”
    He released her hair and leaned back. He looked to his men. “Do what you will with her before you kill her. Report to me what you find afterward.”
    The man nodded and Watkins turned away. Maybe once the men had raped her and cut her up a bit, she would start talking.
     
     
     
     
    Sabrina tugged on the cloth restraints tied around her wrists and legs, but they held firm. The restraints were tied to the metal frame holding up the bed. She might be able to get free if she had a few hours, but she needed to get free as soon as possible. Jorge had taken her phone and read her message. Yet the bastard hadn’t shared what the message had contained. If she didn’t reply soon, everything would be compromised.
    True, things could be a lot worse. At least she was still alive.
    Jorge had changed more than she’d thought. She started to believe what he’d said about the kinder, shyer version of Jorge Salazar being dead. He took what he wanted, didn’t hesitate, and was more straightforward than she’d ever hope to be. The drastic changes should make it easier to distance herself from him and use him as a tool.
    But deep down, in a place she barely wanted to admit existed, she kind of liked the changes in him.
    Between her time in Rio and here in Merida, she’d had to keep her head down and blend in or risk being discovered. After three years, however, she was getting tired of having to hide what she thought remained of her true personality.
    Jorge might be frustrating as hell—and more than a little bit of an asshole—but it’d felt good to get angry and even dish out a few sarcastic quips. He would be able to handle anything she threw his way. Considering she’d irritated the hell out of her sister and