Lucius' POV
Everything about the house still looked the same as I remembered it back years ago. Hector still had the palm trees growing along the drive and had added a few new details throughout the yard. The exterior architecture was still the same lime green he had painted except for some of the paint was chipping.
We drove down the drive, looking at the beautiful surroundings before us. Cuba was a magnificent country, although it had a high poverty level and many drug cartels.
Stopping at the drive's end, the garage door was up, and Hector's Jeep was parked inside.
"Looks like he is home," Elijah said, getting out of the vehicle and motioning us to join him.
"It does," I replied with a look of skepticism.
Something didn't feel right; Hector never leaves his garage open even when
