What she couldn’t fix was best ignored.
“Who are you?” The leader came to stand on the beach, just beyond the wingtip.
“Wrong question,” Tanya called back.
The man smirked, “Okay, señorita, let me see your money.” His tone implied there were other things he wanted to see as well.
“Señora,” Chad snarled from above. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the long barrel of his sniper rifle lower until it pointed at the man’s chest.
Was that anger real? Or all part of the undercover act? She still couldn’t tell with him.
“Señora,” the man said a little more respectfully.
Tanya picked up two packets of fifty-dollar bills from the briefcase behind her and waved the stack at him. “Now let me see your product.”
The man casually raised a hand. Signal to kill them all and steal the mon
