Rever had removed five toenails and one fingernail. Blood seeped out of Emanuel’s foot in a slow trickle. Cuts and bruises covered his face. He’d lost consciousness once, but I had dumped a bucket of ice water on his head and Rever kept going.
“Start talking,” I said as I paced back on forth, my hands shoved deep into my pockets.
“Can you take off the handcuffs?”
“No,” I said.
Emanuel closed his eyes and for a minute I thought I’d need to pour ice water on him again. “It started two years ago. I had a gambling debt, and I needed extra money.”
“Why didn’t you ask Ignacio for the money?”
“I did. I didn’t tell him why I wanted it. I said I wanted to invest in a condominium project south of Playa del Carmen. Ignacio refused to advance me the money. Juan Alvarez was happy to. I tried to pay him back, but he didn’t want money. He wanted information.”
“What kind of information?” Rever asked, scratching a few specks of dry blood off his neck.
Emanuel’s gaze drifted to the ceiling, and he cleared his throat. “Different stuff. Some of it was inconsequential. Some of it wasn’t.”
I tunneled my hands into my hair. “We need to know the details. Dates. Times. The information exchanged.”
Emanuel dropped his chin to his chest. “I don’t remember everything.”
Rever slapped him across his cheek. “Stop procrastinating. Tell us what you remember.”
“It started small. He wanted names of government officials who were open to bribes. Next, he wanted names of people within the Vargas Cartel who had issues with Ignacio.”
“Wait.” I sliced my hand through the air. “You were working with Dario, weren’t you?” I asked, referring to the man I killed when Hattie escaped from the Vargas Compound. Dario and three other men had surrounded us in the jungle. We killed them all and Ignacio killed Dario’s son as payback. Then, the war between the Alvarez and Vargas Cartels exploded, making news throughout Mexico and the US.
Emanuel licked his lower lip. “I facilitated the introduction. I wasn’t working with him.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “What else?”
He shrugged. “I persuaded Juan Alvarez to use Anna to manipulate Rever.”
“How the fuck would that help you?” Rever yelled.
“She got you out of the picture.”
“So?” Rever spat.
“When Ignacio’s successor abandoned him, it made him look incompetent. People were nervous about the future, which made it easy to find someone to kill Ignacio, but he survived.”
“You were behind Ignacio’s assassination attempt,” I confirmed.
“Yes, but the whole thing backfired. Juan blackmailed me for the name of Hattie’s hotel. I thought Ryker would rescue Hattie and flee the country, but Ignacio used the situation to solidify his hold on Ryker and find a new successor.”
“So you were working for Juan Alvarez all along?” Rever asked.
“No,” Emanuel scoffed, shaking his head. “I was working for myself. I wanted to weaken both cartels so I could unite everyone under me.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I paid my dues, but no matter how hard I worked Ignacio refused to change his mind. He didn’t think I was worthy of taking the reins.”
“You’re not. You’re a piece of shit,” Rever roared as his fist smashed into Emanuel’s face. His eyes rolled up in their sockets, and his head lolled to the side like a rag doll.
“What the hell?” I said, eyeing Rever.
“I couldn’t stand listening to him for one more second.”
“Didn’t you want to know anything else?”
“No.” He dipped his bloodied hands into a bucket of water. “We have everything we need. Get the camera. Let’s find Ignacio. He can finish this. I can’t stand to breathe the same air as him for one more second. I can’t believe I ever trusted him.”
A choked laugh tumbled from my mouth as I turned off the camera.
“What’s so funny?” Rever asked.
“All of Ignacio’s paranoia was pointless.”
“What do you mean?”
“He focused on everyone else while Emanuel snaked his way into every part of the cartel and betrayed him over and over.”
Rever laughed then too. “You’re right, and Ignacio accused me of being a dumbass.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hattie
“I’m surprised to see you here,” I said as I cracked open the door to Ryker’s apartment.
“You haven’t answered my calls for two days,” my dad said as he shifted on his feet. Dark purplish circles stained the skin under his eyes. He wore a wrinkled t-shirt and jeans instead of a dark suit. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen him dress casually.