The day before.
The day before. “EJ!” Cora screamed.
“Cora!” My heart hammered as I heard Izan Vargas in the background. I hung up and dialed Enuoe’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.
The door busted open to Freddie and Vincenzo.
“Is she all right?”
“I don’t know.”
“Izan and Enrique went to her work,” Vincenzo said, his phone to his ear.
We rushed out of the office to the private elevator.
“Renato will meet you there,” Vincenzo said, putting the phone on speaker.
“We’re almost there!” Renato yelled.
The elevator took forever to reach the main lobby. We sprinted from the building, and I slid into the passenger seat beside Freddie.
“Get the clean-up crew to meet us,” I told Vincenzo as Freddie put the car in drive and sped out of the parking lot. I tried Cora’s num
