“It’s the Cabrera Cartel. They’ve been fighting with the Colombians, who are our ally. They have dumb numbers.” Everyone turned back around once I pulled my shirt down, and I had to hold in a snort.

I nodded. “Where are the hostages?”

“Being held within the offices. We evacuated most of the workers to the higher floors. The police are sitting out front and making a big stink, but they won’t go in knowing it’s our building. They don’t have jurisdiction.”

Humming, I looked ...