Chapter thirty

"She called Miranda." Rodriguez read the text again.

It had taken him from his wife's warmth at 10 in the night.

It didn't take him to guess who Camille was referring to.

He stretched his aching joints in the small space the closet had.

What to do now?, He muttered to himself as he searched for Mr Contreras' contact.

"Hello Mr Contreras." He acknowledged when the call went through.

"It's me." A hushed voice whispered back.

Rodriguez could not believe she still held on to the phone. She must really want Adriana badly. All in favor of him though.

"Adriana reached out to the Tocci's. How?"

"How am I supposed to know? The phone was in my hands all day." She snapped.

"We'll fix it." Rodriguez retorted and cut the phone.

Immature, He mumbled before the closet's door creaked open.

"Rod, Why are you here?"

"I was just checking—what to wear tomorrow, I'll be leaving quite early.