Chapter 22

• *~Draven~*
• Almost too easy. You’d think men like Duardo with numerous targets on their backs would be more cautious in their dealings. I almost wished he was. I’d contacted him through Juan’s cell phone. Their previous conversations hinted at a secret room allocated for their specific use. That is, the room they invited women back to before they were drugged and murdered. I’d found the key in Juan’s pockets. That saved me from prying it open. From their previous correspondence, it seemed their modus operandi for Juan to find and entice a target, lead them back to the room, seduce and drug them. Finally, he’d call in Duardo for a final inspection before they whisk the girl off to be ‘processed’.
• Juan was more than just an enforcer. He’d been masquerading as a lure. A very successful one too. I was yet to read any correspondence that hinted at his failure to entice a woman to follow him upstairs. Surprise wasn’t an accurate emotion to describe how I felt learning that. It was more disappointing. He was handsome to be sure, now that I was recalling his features, in a conventional, frat boy, sort of way. Definitely, an appearance that could easily attract women, once paired with the right line of conversation. Trust-worthy was an entirely different debate.