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MARCO

The next day...

"What do you want, Simms?" I frowned, stepping to the alley that had become our meeting point. "You can't keep dragging me out here so often. The Castillos will soon catch on to me," I grumbled loudly as soon as she came into sight.

Skipping any greeting, she went straight to the point. "Angelo called to talk earlier today. He's getting impatient. He wants to know the name of the person who poisoned him," she announced.

"I need more time."

"It's been weeks!" Her shrill voice squeaked.

"I thought he had more time." I tilted my head and scrunched my nose.

"He's getting worse by the minute," she said and started pacing furiously, her black pumps making a soft 'clacking' sound as it touched the ground.

"He's angry and frustrated, and says that if we don't get him a name soon... He'll tell the Castillos about our deal." She stopped right in my front, concern blazing in her eyes. "You see... He's threatening to expose you."

I furrowed my brows in thought, sucking on