Chapter 29

Brea didn’t know anything about her or why she’d helped Pierce, but if she had contributed to saving his life, Brea wanted to shake the woman’s hand.

“But Montilla seems to have disappeared somewhere into the desert. Poof…” Joaquin tossed his hands in the air.

That wasn’t good news. She knew without being told that cartels were full of dangerous people with long memories. What were the odds they could give up on Pierce simply because his fellow operatives had rescued him and hauled him back to the States?

“How long until he’s out of recovery?” Cutter asked. “Before they know what kind of permanent damage he’ll sustain?”

She shook her head, resisting the pull of fresh tears. She shifted with nervous energy instead. “I’m hoping it’s not much longer. The surgeon called the operation a success, but he has no idea at this point how much Pierce will eventually recover. The next twenty-four hours are critical, so I’m going to stay.”

Cutter frowned. “In a motel