“Now, Mr. Antonio. I understand that there are people who are close to you who want me dead.”

“No, mija. They don’t want you dead.”

“Then explain this.” I handed him the picture.
He chuckled again.

“No, they don’t want you dead. That would be too easy. They want revenge.”

Cold sweat broke out all over me, but I kept my face calm. I looked at him straight in the eye.

“Well, then they are going to be quite disappointed, aren’t they?” I flashed my teeth at him.

“Senorita, you might want to warn Senor Smith, you see, my nephew he doesn’t like to share, and if he sees another man after you, he’ll get very, eh, aggressive.” The silver fox looked at me and winked.

“Oh, he won’t have to worry.” I said as I was walking out the door. “I doubt he will be alive long enough to know Agent Smith.”

Then I slammed the door.”