Raw Talent
Florescitaf, Mexico
The cantina looked exactly like the sort of dump Gabrielle Jordan had expected. Based on what she'd read and heard about Sloan, he would fit in at Los Laureles just fine. Her jaw clenched automatically at the very thought of the man who had killed her father. A man who cared for little but himself. She didn't have to go inside the place he'd once frequented to know the clientele would be every bit as sleazy as the rundown building looked.
An alley sliced between the cantina and an open air meat market next door. The alley as well as the market appeared deserted and about as welcoming as the rest of this side of town. But that was okay. She wasn't here to make friends or to even tour the sights and sounds of a part of Mexico sheltered from the passage of time.
She was here to settle a score.
She'd traveled all this way to do one thing and one thing only: to watch a man die a slow, painful death.
No matter if she died in the process. No matter how much pain she had to endure to make it happen. She wasn't leaving until one of them was dead, him or her.
The odor of stale cigarette smoke, alcohol and plain ... read full excerpt from: Raw Talent ebook
