Wulfe leaned in. "Where did you send Ms. Benoit?"
"Disneyland."
"Who knows my connection to the Zetas?"
"The US Marshall Service, SWAT, my dentist, Oprah---"
"How did you know we were coming? Clearly, someone tipped you off."
"That guy." Zach points with a jerk of his head toward of of Wulfe's minions. The man looked uncertainly at Wulfe, taking a step backward. "He text me just before you stepped in the elevator.

Autore: Pamela Clare

Wulfe leaned in. "Where did you send Ms. Benoit?"<br />"Disneyland."<br />"Who knows my connection to the Zetas?" <br />"The US Marshall Service, SWAT, my dentist, Oprah---"<br />"How did you know we were coming? Clearly, someone tipped you off."<br />"That guy." Zach points with a jerk of his head toward of of Wulfe's minions. The man looked uncertainly at Wulfe, taking a step backward. "He text me just before you stepped in the elevator. - Pamela Clare


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