A few minutes later, Enrique stepped into the warehouse. Juan's eyes snapped towards him. "Where were you? I was told you left a few hours before the raid."
"Raid?" It was either Enrique was a good actor or he was genuinely surprised that there was a raid. "Was that why Hernandez asked me to come in? Where's Giovanni, he said he could handle the rest and I was free to go because my wife was in Labour. What are we doing to recover the lost goods?"
"It's been sorted," Juan said through gritted teeth. He walked back into the room he was before with Danny, Giovanni and Hernandez.
He took a slow, deep breath and walked toward Giovanni.
“You really have the guts to sit there, look me in the eyes, and act like you didn’t know what was going on?” Juan’s voice was calm, but sharp like a knife.
