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“My name is Esly Escarra and yes, I know my passport says Joan Smith. I was DNIC sergeant in San Pedro Sula. As policia sergeant in crime and drugs division, I tried to be honest.”
Not what Nikita was expecting. A gang member, a hired thug, but not a cop.
The five of them were seated in the lounge area of their big suite. She and Drake on one sofa, Altman, Zoe, and Esly in the three armchairs across a low coffee table. Esly was now dressed in simple clothes that made her barely passable by cruising standards—wouldn’t have without her good figure and nice, though still tentative, smile.
“Daylin, he was my captain and my lover before he change sides. Now he is…how do you say?”
“On the take?” Nikita decided that just maybe there was someone worse than mercenaries: those pretending to
