But beneath the shadow of his long eyelashes, I saw it. His amber eyes were wide open, staring directly at the assassin’s exposed throat. His right hand, hidden from the guards’ view by the armrest of the wheelchair, was slowly slipping back toward the tactical silencer pistol hidden in his vest.
If he fired, he would save my life, but he would reveal his secret to Vikram and his entire security team, destroying his five-year war and exposing himself to every cartel in Mexico. If he stayed still, I would die.
