Chapter 20

Luis's pov Camila didn't knock. She didn't knock. She entered as if she were the owner of the entire world. However, I waited until today. observing. I was aware already. I informed her that there was a rat. "Within this room." She twitched her eyes. For a moment only. I only needed that. She lit a cigarette, crossed her legs, and took a seat. didn't speak. A question mark of smoke curled around her lips. Don't be afraid. No remorse. Only fire. I kept her close because of this. even though I couldn't rely on her. The smell of sweat, bleach, and secrets filled the safehouse. A man screamed downstairs. mute. Victor was at work. I continued to stare at the laptop. Every call was encrypted. The drops. The police were being fed our routes by someone. Our deliveries. I was able to identify a single name. "Luis?" Camila said in a softer tone. "Stop talking," I yelled. "Not just yet." Because if I was correct... It was a close relative. Too near. I took her into the basement later. Victor wipe