“What are you talking about, Balty? You kicked ass!” Dre laughed. “We got that shady lady on lock, thanks to you.” “What are you talking about?” I sputtered, cupping my hand over my mouth to muffle my voice. “I didn’t get her to say anything about Argentina. She denied it all.” Gabe took over again. “Yeah, but the minute you mentioned Argentina, her mind went to Argentina—to the cave Doc’s working on. She’s been there, Balty. Tempest knows about the paintings and our history.” Well, shit.
