Slowly, my legs propelled me forward. The silence was suffocating. The atmosphere was thick with something... something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Was I the reason some men had broken into a damned drug lord's house? This is really bad.

Mr. Montoya didn't ask me a single question after the call, and I felt like I was being sentenced without a trial. I followed him as he led us through the secret tunnel back to Carlitos's room. It was safe to come out now. I shuddered as an inexplicable