Diego
Carlos’s body was found in the garden at the east path, he had been left with a crushed skull and a blood stained note flapping in the air, whoever did this wanted it to be personal and loud.
I went there myself to take in every detail, his body laid there cold. I took the sight in, letting my anger take full surge of my body. I didn’t want to be numb, I wanted to feel the rage.
“How did this happen?” I asked looking around my men, trust was both at this point, because I feared it might be a group of men.
“There was no sign of the killer boss, no prints or mark except from the paths that shows he was dragged here.”
“They were careful,” Tiano said quietly. “Too careful and skilled.”
Careful actually meant professional, and professional equals someone with access and patience. So
