Emiliano

I stopped walking on the sidewalk in the Barrio Logan neighborhood. I was near the location where the raid went down last night. My job was to scout around to find out who was aware of what happened and if anyone saw our crew.

There was something in my wife’s voice. “Isabella, are you all right?”

“I don’t know.”

I stepped to the side of the walk and leaned against a brick building. “Did something happen? Where’s Horace?”

“My ...