Cuco’s pov;
I began to assess everyone and everything.
The guards were colder and that meant that orders had come down directly. Probably from Maldini. He was the only one I could think of. The charges alone would bury me. Drugs, assault and homicide.
The dead man was the weapon against me and Maldini was holding the trigger.
He most probably didn’t want me convicted, he wanted me dead.
A conviction meant time. Appeals and transfers, but death was the end and that meant that he was going to make a move soon.
But this time, I was going to be ready.
I’d survived cartels, street wars, and men who smiled while planning how to gut you, but this? This was harder. The state was doing Maldini’s work for him.
I dragged a hand down my face and forced myself back into the present.
Informatio
