Leo's POV

"Gustavo Escobar," I said to Blair and Luca as we stood by the car parked on the side of a road that went through Caracas, the capital city of Venezuela that we'd been searching through for days for any sign of Ella. "She said that he is a rival to Martinez and that is all."

They looked at me blankly.

"I know it's not much but it's somewhere to start and somebody has to know something about him," I continued. "And if he hates Martinez even as half as much as I do, he will help us find him and in due course, my Luna."

"I suppose he's gotta be pretty powerful if he's a rival to Martinez," Blair said. "The police might have something."

"The police are corrupt and this man will be paying them off. They aren't gonna tell us shit," I replied running my hand through my hair.

"It's worth a try, Alpha," Luca insisted. "You don't usually have issues getting information out of people."

Blair shrugged, "We've gotta try."

I nodded, "Okay."

An hour later, we were in the head police station in Caracas.

"Donde esta tu jefe?" I asked striding up to the front desk. "Where is your boss?"

The man looked up at me from his low chair behind the desk and I stepped closer, resting my arms over the desk, and raised my eyebrow.

"Donde esta tu jefe?!" I repeated.

He meagrely pointed to a door that led into a hallway.

"Gracias," I replied, already marching towards it, Blair and Luca following me.

"Señor!-" the man called as I walked through the door.

There was a sign in Spanish translating to 'authorised personnel only' but I held up my hand to the receptionist who was now frantically following us and immediately silenced him.

It wasn't long until we found the police chief's office. He looked up at us as we came in and confusion spread over his face. He was a stony looking man with hard creases in his face and a square hair cut.

"What are you doing in my office, gringos?" he asked. "You have to have permission."

"I need information on a man named Gustavo Escobar," I said ignoring him.

"And you are...?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow. "The DEA?"

"Leonardo Loren," I replied with a sarcastic smile before holding out my hand.

His eyes shifted at the mention of my name and he straightened his tie. He was human but his reaction told me that he knew exactly who I was.

"So I assume from your question referring to the DEA, you know who Mr Escobar is?" I asked.copy right hot novel pub