Cuco’s pov;
I wasn’t cuffed when I met Detective Moss this time. It must’ve been him who told them not to.
His eyes lingered on me a while longer than necessary, probably accessing my bruises. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks,” I leaned back. “I assume that’s not why you’re here.”
I wondered if Ricardo knew that I was meeting him again. But it was just as he had told me, he always knew about everything.
I glanced around. “Did you tell anyone that you were coming to see me the last time you were here?”
He furrowed his brows, his confusion evident. “What?”
I let out a deep sigh. He wouldn’t understand anyway. “Where’s Azalea?”
“Safe. I can protect my daughter, Mr. Palpattini,” his eyes raked over my body. “You on the other hand..”he trailed off.
He slid a thin folder towards me, nudgin
