Cuco’s pov;
My uncle was dead.
That was the only thought on my mind as I sat down, my head between my legs.
I had told Fernando everything he needed to know about the money and instructions to get a good lawyer for me as well as settling the officer, officer James.
My mind raced with several thoughts and my mind went back to five years before now, when I had just joined the pesos.
My uncle didn’t always look serious, unless something was serious and that was why, when I noticed his expression, I became alarmed.
“I see you’ve made new friends,” he began and I furrowed my brows, not knowing how to answer that question.
“What do you mean, uncle?”
“The cars that wait too long outside for you?”
I hadn’t answered.
He finally looked up then. Really looked at me. His eyes weren’t angry,
