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You are that leverage.”
    “Are you insane? You’re going to have the entire Mexican government tearing the country apart to find me. Do you really believe you can get away with this?” she demanded.
    “No, my dear, not insane at all. And I have no doubt you’re correct. I fully expect that Mexico will leave no stone unturned in its hunt for you. Even now, I’m receiving reports of major operations being planned. But let me worry about that. All you need to do is behave, watch television, work on your beauty rest, and pray that your father doesn’t fuck me any more. Because if he does, I’ll need to start sending pieces of you to him, to underscore my seriousness. It would be a shame to have a lovely a girl such as yourself butchered to teach him a lesson, so let’s hope he is sensible. It is now up to God, and your father…”
    She listened to his matter-of-fact tone with growing fear. “You’re a monster,” she blurted.
    He shook his head and blotted his lips with a cloth napkin. “No, not so. I’m a businessman who trusted your father’s word. It is he who has brought this tragedy upon his house – upon you. I’m merely doing what I must to get his attention and ensure that he is guided back onto the right road. If he’s reasonable, you’ll stay here for a while, have a nice vacation, and go back no worse for wear beyond a small addiction problem your father’s expensive rehab clinics can straighten out. If not, well…I prefer not to dwell on that unpleasant possibility…”
    The woman arrived with Maria’s breakfast, placing the elaborately-colored oversize ceramic plate before her, a spoon on the napkin at its side. Maria gagged at the thought of eating after her captor’s revelation.
    Sensing her discomfort, he drank the last of his coffee and pushed back from the table, standing and nodding at his men.
    “Young Maria here is to be left to eat in peace. Once she’s done, take her back to her room and lock her in. Show her how the TV remote works and get her some books. I have business to attend to.” He turned his gaze to her. “Please take your time. Eat. It will do you good. And if you pray, beg for your idiot father to start doing the right thing. He created this situation. And only he can fix it.”
    He strode to the sliding glass doors at the far end of the house and exited into the sunshine, already dialing someone on his cell phone.
    The woman returned with a glass of fresh orange juice and coffee, and wordlessly placed the vessels next to her.
    Maria’s world tilted and she nearly blacked out. This was some kind of weird nightmare. It couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t the way the world worked.
    She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, then opened them to see the same room, the same guards, the same eggs steaming before her. She looked down at her arm, where she counted five needle marks, and realized that this was indeed a nightmare.
    A real-world one from which there was little hope of escape.
     
     

Chapter 4
     
     
     
    The assembled group of somber men in dark suits murmured hushed conversations as they waited for the guest of honor to arrive at the meeting. This was one of the private conference rooms in the complex of buildings collectively known as ‘Los Pinos’, the official seat and residence of the president of Mexico, situated at the south-west edge of the forested gardens of Chapultepec Park in the center of Mexico City.
    Footsteps sounded on the marble floor of the corridor leading to the meeting spaces. The door opened and the president’s chief of staff entered, followed by the head of CISEN, the director of the president’s security detail, and finally, the president himself. They took their seats around the head of the table, and the chief of staff stood and delivered a summary of the situation.
    “At roughly three in the morning, Maria De Leon was abducted from a nightclub in Mexico City after her security detail was incapacitated by a gas