"You owe me big time, you know," Emily said, her voice dropping a notch. "'Cause of me, they didn't lay a finger on that kid."

Antonio didn't say anything. He hung up, stood up, and was about to leave when he ran right into Abuelo's gaze. Piercing, holding a ton of unspoken questions, almost like an accusation.

"Gonna tell me what all this is about? The drug trafficking..." He snapped. "Your father might be a fool, prone to making terrible decisions, but he's not a drug trafficker. What's ...