Diego's POV

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘it went wrong’?”

I stood there with my back to the window, staring at the bloody piece of paper on my desk. I couldn’t bring myself to look away from it. Not even when Elena and Santo walked in and closed the door.

“I mean that the lead I was chasing is dead.”

“So Armando knew he was close to cracking.”

I glanced up just in time to see Santo shake his head. “It wasn’t Armando who pulled the trigger,” he said, his gait filled with ...