Allison's POV

Since Rico wouldn't talk, I decided to try the other guards. I hugged my arms gently as I strolled into the kitchen. Two guards were there, discussing; one of them was part of the crew that followed us to Brazil. He leaned onto the kitchen cabinet while the other man just stood before him, somewhere before the kitchen sink, a mug of coffee in his hands, raised to his thick lips.

They both turned to me as my footsteps announced my arrival to the kitchen, though very quietly. I ...