Eric
“You seem off,” Alejandro played with his switchblade, “extra quiet.”
“Thinking.” I used a rag to wipe my face. A fan pointed directly at me but provided very little relief from the heat that smothered every inch of this Godforsaken place. Castillo had called while I was out, and when I got home, I was escorted to a location and told to wait. We didn’t normally operate like this, and it bothered me. Martin Castillo didn’t step off his property in fear he’d be shot. He had more protection than the f*****g Pope. So, why here? Why now?
“You think Castillo’s brought us here to whack us?” Alejandro’s voice sounded matter-of-fact.
“With any luck.” I dripped with sarcasm. “I’d do anything to escape the heat of the devil’s asshole.” Sweat dripped from every pore, blurring my vision.
“Yea
