Chapter 113

Marcos was sitting on a concrete bench in the prison yard, enjoying the last rays of sunlight of the day, when a thin inmate with a suspicious look approached him. He wore a serious expression and carried information that seemed heavier than any iron bar in that place.

"Listen up, Marcos, your contact out there… kicked the bucket," the man said bluntly.

Marcos frowned, incredulous.

"What? What do you mean? What happened?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

"I don’t know exac