Alejandro
The desert heat pressed down like a weight as I stepped out of the car, my boots kicking up dust on the loose pebbled ground. Peter had not even parked properly yet and I was already out of the vehicle.
I despised this part of the city that smelled of sweat, gasoline, and desperation. The kind of place where secrets were buried deeper than the bodies left to rot in forgotten corners. I ran a hand through my hair, shaking off the creeping unease that had settled in my bones the second I crossed into town, even though it had been part of my life since an early age.
Business is what I had here. Business that couldn’t wait. My mind was on this Laredo character.
Paolo’s betrayal still gnawed at me, an infection I couldn’t quite shake, but I shoved it to the back of my mind. I
