RUBY

I waited for two days, and Luther didn't contact me at all about this. I couldn't help myself; I had no patience left. So, I called Luther, begging him to meet.

Carlos picked me up after work, sitting in the front seat of the car, occasionally glancing at me through the rearview mirror. From the beginning, Carlos had never looked at me calmly. He always felt like I was a lurking danger.

“Carlos, has there been any progress on my sister’s case?” I asked, though I was hesitant to ...