Jon

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"Hello beautiful"

A voice greeted.

I had decided to go to the Greens as the stranger kept sending messages to her.

I felt the blood in my veins run cold.

I knew that voice. Knew it only too well. The man who owned it had tried to kill me once.

“It’s him,” I whispered. Unnecessarily, of course, since Jon obviously knew perfectly well who it was. Jon stood up and moved from the shadows that had cloaked his face. He wore an expression, I was relieved to see, of intense distrust. He was starting to believe me now.

“Who’s there?” he called, lifting the lantern and turning a knob that brought what had been a tiny flame to a more powerful one.

The man below said something in Spanish that I didn’t understand. Except for the last two words. And they were easy enough for even me to decipher.

Felix Diego.

This is it, I thought. There was no going back now.

Jon said something in Spanish to Diego, who replied in tones that, though I could not understand the words he spoke, sounded
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