Cuco’s pov;
I saw my Uncle’s face again and I was reminded of that awful dream.
Maldini wouldn’t hurt my uncle, I believed or wanted to believe. But I wasn’t so sure anymore. I only hoped that I hadn’t led my uncle to an early grave.
“Why?” I asked, my voice calm. “This is basic human rights.”
The two men glanced at each other and then burst into laughter.
“A drug peddler speaks about human rights?” The first detective said.
“You’ll get that while serving life in jail,” the second one muttered, the disdain evident in his eyes. “People like you are the worst scums of earth.”
“Please, just one phone call.”
They laughed as they stood up and walked towards the door.
“I need my lawyer!” I yelled after them.
The second detective turned. “What you’ll be needing isn’t a lawyer,” he sai
