She liked the feeling of his hand on hers because it reminded her so much of Lucho, but as he spoke his grip tightened and his fingers turned white. She tried to wriggle out of his clutch but she knew it was fruitless. “What does this have to do with me?”

He relaxed and took a long sip of his wine. “I need you to spy.”

“SPY? On Pablo Escobar?”