The shocking news of an execution had left us speechless. Deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the red-haired Omega wasn’t the real killer. It all seemed too convenient, too obvious. But when no investigation was launched, we could do nothing more than watch it unfold.
“Dios mío, do you think he’s ever coming back?” Sofia asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
We stood outside the gathering hall as people trickled out of the building. Gabriel had run off to the bathroom ages ago, swearing he’d only be a few minutes. Fifteen minutes had passed, and he was still nowhere in sight. If I weren’t worried about the real murderer lurking around, I might’ve let him behind.
“I don’t know. He probably has diarrhea or something,” I muttered with a shrug.
Sofia wrinkled her nose. “TMI, Mich
