s of cigar smoke. Jorge stepped inside, the weight of t
up, revealing a luxury watch that gleamed under the low lighting. He didn't acknowledge Jorge
s a blade, sha
ice cut through
g the necessa
sk. His hands were steady, but only because he forced
through the pages wi
ped from the folder and
pau
and Irena, smiling beneath the summer sun. The kind o
t up, eyes scan
ed, more curiosity th
a small nod
aid it aside with a faint smirk, continuing th
st are not paid in full, I reserve the right
apping his finger
ted, savoring the words. "It's a
s low. "That was
ho understands the cost
es this time. He stared
d
for his pen. His signature flowed smoothly across t
r tu
m, but the house. Her house. The
t, he told himself
trayed more weight than t
ifting once more to the fallen photo. He s
r life," he murmured. "Let
up, one f
id casually. "Simple. Quie
nd. Then nodded and wal
Castill
shadows on the cracked walls. The air smelled of stew and wa
n across from him. Their daughter, Irena, sat quie
ere was relief. The money was in motion. The farm-miles away-coul
lia did
id quietly, "isn't a loa
and dipped it into the stew. It burned on his tongue
about the la
ge said. "
gered. "And
. "Just t
lightly, watching him. "
d, just for a
silence of a woman who knew something didn't add u
the current running just beneath her mother's words.
she murmured, ri
ot long. Just enough to ask something si
e left
ed her. Her footsteps
e expected. Felt the space she lef
Her gaze was gentle-but it pressed, pe
sn't be
she said. "But good men ma
y. "I did wha
what he meant by '
ed against the bo
her eyes shimmered with a
if yo
't answer.
his coat, and walk
-
ts
ad to the farm was long-a winding gravel path that disappeared int
neath his boots. He looked out-not at the house, but
elt
lt fr
a deep
he sa
e property, near the spl
. Engine off
itting
adn't been there earlier. No
ng a few paces closer-but the s
chi
it
appeared behin
w of a cigare
arknes
ght behind h
h
ic
a lighter being close
w didn'
t held i
Jo
t breath