The man chuckled, though there was no warmth in the sound. “This some kind of lover’s spat or what? You sure you wanna mess with someone like that? Her husband’s got deep pockets and connections.”
Marcela’s jaw clenched, her patience wearing thin. “You don’t need to worry about her husband,” she snapped. “I’ll deal with him. Your job is to handle Esmeralda. Can you do it or not?”
Another pause followed, the man clearly weighing his options. Finally, he spoke, his tone businesslike. “I can do it. But it’s gonna cost you. Someone like her? High-profile. It won’t come cheap.”
Marcela’s gaze darkened as she stepped off the main road, moving into the shadows to avoid prying eyes. “Money isn’t an issue,” she said sharply. “Just tell me how much, and I’ll have it transferred to you.”
The man
