~AXEL~
"Are we sure this is the place?"
I checked the tracker on my phone. The signal pulsed steadily. "One hundred eighty feet. Second floor, west wing."
We rolled up the coastal road in two black SUVs, six men total. Tye and I were in the lead vehicle with three ex-Rangers in the back… men Tye had worked with before, professionals who didn't ask questions and didn't flinch at violence.
"Remind me why we aren't calling the cops?" I asked.
"Because they can be unpredictable. We don't know what they would do to Layla if they hear the police from a mile away."
I sighed. "Okay."
The Sinaloa estate came into view, enclosed by a low stone wall. Floodlights lit up the perimeter, creating sharp shadows over the well-kept lawns. A guard tower stood at the northeast corner, with two patrols moving around the grounds.
"Arrogant," Tye muttered from the passenger seat. "They think the ocean at their back protects them."
"Does it?"
"Not from us."
