Santiago’s muscles were so tense he feared he would snap like a dry twig if he moved wrong.
He dared not allow his imagination free rein. Imagining the worst wouldn’t help him brace for whatever his brother and cousin had come to tell him, which had to be serious given they’d followed him to the hospital.
Although Santiago doubted anything they said would be worse than the news that his son had been kidn*pped, and that had already happened. Getting Kaleth back didn’t erase the anguish and anger he’d felt these last few days. So, whatever Derrick had to say, Santiago was sure it wouldn't be that bad.
Thankfully, Derrick didn’t allow Santiago’s mind to wander before he spoke. “It seems the person who broke into the house might have had another motive after all.”
Santiago’s expression
