“He tracked the man deep into the heart of Central America. He ended up in a known hangout of Enrique’s, a cantina. Wearing a disguise, Cain pretended he was there to quench his thirst. Knowing it was best not to ask questions, he made himself comfortable and listened in on the conversations around him. Within a few hours Cain learned everything he needed to know. As he’d guessed, Enrique was in town. He left his killing to others—not that he didn’t have the taste for it himself, but there were ...problems waiting for him in the States and he dared not take the chance of crossing the borders. By nightfall Pretty Boy stopped by the cantina himself, his mood jubilant. Before long he had his arm around the waist of a lusty señorita, and it soon became apparent the two had matters other than conversation on their minds. Cain watched Enrique closely from the shadowy corner in the back of the room. Pretty Boy was both careless and overconfident as he stood and followed the woman out of the bar.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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