Cuco’s pov;
“Who is this?” His voice sounded….not at all like him and I wondered if he was sick.
I chuckled. “Really detective? After everything we’ve been through.”
There was a long pause and I heard the sound of feet shuffling. He was probably with people and wanted to speak to me alone.
“Cuco,” he called.
“Still sharp, detective,” I replied, smiling. “That’s why I liked you.”
“Where are you?” He demanded.
“Safe enough,” I replied. “For now.”
“Why did you call me? You’d have remained dead,” he said and I couldn’t tell if he meant it. He sounded groggy.
“You raided the warehouse,” I said. “But you didn’t finish the job, because why is Maldini still standing?”
Silence.
Then he spoke. “What do you want, Cuco?”
“To let you know,” I replied, “that the war you tried to prevent is a
