The ledger didn't track drugs or guns; it tracked favors. It contained the names of judges, politicians, and high-ranking police officers who had dipped their toes into the darkness. Caramelo hadn't just been a snitch; he had become a blackmailer. 🌑 Into the Underworld
"He was scared, Marc," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the saxophone's mournful wail. "He said he found a ghost. Someone from twenty years ago who wasn't supposed to exist." Matar A Caramelo Ramon Bassons Bana epub
Vergara held the ledger. He looked at the names inside—men he called colleagues, men he had shared meals with. He realized that killing Caramelo had been an attempt to bury the truth, but the truth was now shivering in his hands. The ledger didn't track drugs or guns; it tracked favors