Suspicions

“You didn't have to do this. It's not like I'm dead,” Alfredo said when Sydney brought him breakfast in bed. He wasn't shot. However, the woman was treating him like a special case.

“I know… it's just that I can't let you die without giving me my first salary,” Sydney said and watched him eat. Alfredo gave a helpless smile,

“So all this is about money?”

“Yeah… I've worked for two weeks … if you die I won't ever get my payment,” Sydney remarked, she felt bad about all this. As much as she wished for the Garcias to pay. It wasn't clear to her why witnessing the scene the previous night made her agitated. Someone tried to shoot Alfredo, just like they did with Luciano.

“I'm sure you would have loved it if… I died… that way you would have gotten your revenge,” Alfredo said while eating his food. She made delicious omelets. And pancakes just the way he liked it. It had been a while since he ate good food prepared with love.

Silence fell in the room. Sydney swore her breathing could be