Chapter Fifteen
The Meeting: Part Two She stared at him for the longest time, neither saying a word. “The night of the Urquiza raid,” Carmella began, “five years ago. Do you remember it?”
“How can I not. That’s how I got this.” Juarez drew his hand along his white strip of hair to uncover the scar beneath. “Did you get that there too?” She withdrew her hand and rested it on her lap. “That night you said something to me in Spanish. Because of the commotion, I was unable t...
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