The Key To Micah's Heart (Hell Yeah!) by Sable Hunter, Ryan O'Leary Page A

this?” Her elder clasped her hands together, waiting. “I will do anything I can to help you.”
    “Keep your eyes open.” She slipped a small piece of paper into the Senora’s hands. “If you see anything out of the ordinary, call me.”
    After kissing the piece of paper, she nodded. “Times are not like they used to be. We have lost so many. There is a monster living among us.”
    Sofia had to agree. “Yes. We must find this monster. So, I will ask one more thing of you.”
    “What is it?” The grieving grandmother lifted her eyes wet with tears.
    “Pray. Ni una muerta mas.”
     
    The Equalizers at work… 
     
    “Come on, Wolfe.” Saxon picked up his laptop. “It’s not like you have anything better to do.”
    Micah thought about his comfortable bed and the story half written on his computer. He did his best work when he was horizontal. Or standing. Or sitting. Hell, he was just talented. There were several women who’d give him a glowing recommendation if asked. The very thought made him laugh.
    “Kyle won’t mind if we crash here?” Micah asked, picking up a sofa pillow and tossing it up and down in the air.
    “Nah, he said we were taxpayers. This home belongs to the people of Texas, ergo to us.”
    “There you go, ergo-ing again.” He picked up his Ranger’s hat and pulled it low over his eyes. “All right. I’ve got my thinking cap on. Where do we start?”
    “Well…everyone leaves fingerprints on the net. Let’s go exploring.”
    As adept at filtering out information online as Saxon, Micah grabbed a computer and went to work. Like his friend, he knew how to navigate the dark-web. He’d mastered intelligence gathering in the service. The contacts he’d made over the years were invaluable. He was still contacted occasionally by different branches of the government and the military to aid them on special projects with his own unique way of finding what other people intended to keep hidden. What they were looking for was any chatter that could be construed to be about abductions, prostitution, human trafficking–anything they could tie to Juarez. “If I were a total creep, selling drugs and women, where in Juarez would I live?”
    “In the richest part of town?” Saxon muttered dryly.
    “Yep, a place called the ‘Golden Zone’. Juarez isn’t like Tampico, there’s no particular red light district.”
    “I don’t think Noah’s mother would be living in the better part of town.”
    “No, I don’t think so either. But she would go where the girls are…if she’s the angel of mercy she’s purported to be.” Micah chewed on his lower lip as his fingers flew over the keys.
    “Why do you think they call her Angel Rubio?”
    Micah glared at his friend. “Golden haired angel. Did you fail basic Spanish?” Saxon didn’t look up. “There’s a superstition in Mexico that touching someone with blond hair is good luck.” When his friend continued to ignore him, he grew suspicious. “What?”
    “I think I found something.”
    “What? Did you find someone buying cases of duct tape and date rape drugs?”
    “No.” Saxon flipped the screen around so Micah could see. “I found a message calling for a hit on Angel Rubio.”
     
    Angel Rubio – Sofia Garza Salazar…
     
    “I think we should leave, go to the States.”
    Sofia dished up a plate of heuvos rancheros and handed them to the young man who had come to mean so much to her. “Mateo, this is not something I can run from. You, however, should leave. Go back to your family in Mexico City. Blend into the crowd.”
    “You saved my life. I’m not leaving you.”
    Watching Mateo eat his food with gusto, Sofia smiled sadly. “You should have stayed in Tampico. You were safe there, you had friends.”
    He took a big swig of milk, then held out his plate for more. “Your son’s family came looking for you. Why would you avoid them to fight a battle you can’t win?” Mateo watched Angel Rubio’s face fall. “I’m sorry. I