Cuco’s pov;
I stayed quiet for a while, a long while. Unwilling to believe what I had just heard. Because it was impossible.
Moss had only one daughter and she had promised me that she’d listen to me, so why was Carlo telling me something ridiculous as this?
“Man, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he chuckled as he downed his beer in a single shot, probably enjoying my plight.
“You’re lying,” I finally said, certain that he was. Carlo never lied, but then, he never gave the full story, not without money, so why would he claim to do this for free and then tell me this?
He shrugged. “Suit yourself. I don’t know where you’ve been and how come you didn’t know of all this,” he glanced at the television. “If this channel is switched from this football to a news or something else, I’m sur
