Manolo and his team prepared for Sammy’s arrest, but as soon as he stepped out of their office his phone rang.
His brows automatically furrowed when Felix’s name appeared on the screen.
“Hello?”
“Man? This is your aunt Sylvia. Can you come please? Felix, he’s—” her words were replaced by sniffles and sobs, “—I think he’s dead!”
When Manolo and his teammates arrived at Felix’s house, Sylvia was zoning out, slumping on the floor, and murmuring gibberish beside her husband’s stiff body. Felix looked like he was only sleeping, but his lips were purplish like no blood was flowing in his veins anymore.
“What happened?”
Manolo rushed to his terrified aunt and held both her shoulders to help her stand to be seated on a chair. She was terribly shaking, so Manolo got her a glass of water.
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