NELSON ESTATE
Eric Nelson stood on his balcony, phone pressed to his ear. His gaze forward as he listened to the voice on the other end.
“What do you mean you're afraid?” Eric said, getting impatient.
The person on the line stammered a bit, trying to steady himself. "It just seems like... he might be onto us, sir."
Eric's jaw clenched. "So what? As long as he has no evidence, it's not my problem."
He let out a low, humorless chuckle. "By the time he realizes what’s going on, it'll be too late."
There was a pause on the other end before the man continued, sounding more cautious now. "Sorry to ask, sir, but what do you intend to do with the boy?"
A smirk played on Eric's lips as he looked out at the street below. "First of all," he said slowly, "I want Miguel to suffer. I want him
