Alejandro
The cigarette dangled between my fingers, the ember glowing in the dim light of the huge office since Angelo was using the study that I would normally use as my smoking and calling area. The scent of burning tobacco mixed with the faint traces of whiskey lingering in the air as my thoughts darken.
Exhaling slowly, I took another drag, the smoke curling from my lips as I blew it out again, trying to suppress the frustration boiling inside me. The latest phone call had been another dead end. A baseless lead in the investigation of my father’s disappearance back in 2014.
Why were no bodies found? Not one! Was there a bomb on board? Was the plane shot down? What happened? I need closure not for myself but for Mama.
My jaw tightened, the familiar ache of clenched teeth creep
