Chapter 28 Crossfire
- The courtyard smelled of gunpowder and scorched fabric. Rafael’s words hung in the air, but before Valentina could press him, Marisol’s radio crackled sharply.
- “Street units report reinforcements. Mateo’s men are regrouping two blocks away,” a voice said in rapid Spanish.
- Marisol didn’t hesitate. “Pull the wounded inside. We move in five.”