CUCO'S POV
Any man who was affiliated with a Mafia family regardless of the family name knew Senior Detective Moss.
Transferred two years ago from Minnesota down to the Jos Palamos police department, he had grown in reputation and strength.
Only a year into his tenure, the number of drug dealers on the streets had significantly reduced, and the gang and Mafia wars were starting to become something of the past.
Standing in the same room with him was not something I had imagined was going to happen that evening. But fate had other plans.
“Welcome home, dad.”
I watched Azalea walk into her father's arms and hug him.
As he squeezed her in a hug, his eyes fell on me, and I saw him raise an eyebrow in silent inquisition. My heart slamming in my chest rapidly, I looked away, somewhat
