Cuco’s pov;
The house looked the same even as it had been almost a year since I had been here.
The only difference was that it seemed deserted now. The lights on the outside were turned off, but I could see a faint light from one of the rooms. Gonzales loved to play music, but right now, the house was quiet, too quiet.
There were no guards pacing the fence, unlike the way it has always been.
I parked the car a few blocks away and began walking, wondering how he would feel upon seeing me.
As soon as I reached the door, I knocked twice, in rapid succession. I was about to knock again when the door opened and almost immediately, the cold metal that was Gonzales’ gun was pressed to my face.
“You’ve got twenty seconds to state your business,” he snarled.
I raised my hands slowly in a def
