Guarding the Cartel Bride

Eleven years, twenty-nine moves, one rule: don't keep anything you'd miss. Marisol Cadena-Ortiz treats migrant farmworkers in a borrowed Tucson clinic and has not had a friend since she was nineteen. When her father's handwriting surfaces in a seized ledger, the marshals hand her to the one contractor who has never lost anyone. Rook Iyer owns three things: a firm with three employees, a property in the Chiricahua foothills, and a reputation for delivering his principals alive. He tells her the rules. She breaks one on the second night, on purpose, and he does not report it. What he does next is audit his own handler's access logs. What he finds ends eleven years of protection and starts something with no file, no contract, and no one to call when it goes wrong at a highway checkpoint in the Dragoons. He gets her out. It costs him the firm, the contracts, and fourteen months in a federal cell. She writes. He answers.