A few moments later, while Eliot and other guards focused on getting Victor’s body out of the warehouse, I walked outside and pulled out my phone. I took a pause, thinking about how to break this news to them.

I sighed and dialed Elvis’s number. The bell rang for quite a while when he picked it up. “Hello.”

“There is some bad news,” I said.

Elvis, on the other end, paused. Seconds passed, and he still didn’t say anything.

I waited quietly for the response, but it didn’t come. ...