The city of Ciudad de Sanvelis never truly slept. It just shifted moods—like a restless predator, always hungry for the next kill.Two days had passed since the blood on the gravel. Tobias Sheldon drove through the city’s underbelly, the hum of his old Corolla echoing against damp alleys lit by neon light. Every reflection that flashed against the cracked windshield looked like a ghost of someone he’d lost—Elena’s eyes, Ethan’s frail smile, the faces of the men he had killed two nights ago.He gripped the steering wheel tighter, the briefcase on the passenger seat gleaming faintly under the dashboard light. Inside lay not just $150,000 in cash, but something heavier—his next step in a game of shadows.Quickly he took out the golden key and put it deep in his pocket.He whispered under his breath, his voice was calm but burning with quiet fury.“Two days. Two bodies. And a huge step towards destiny.”The Corolla came to a stop before a massive gate carved with a single insignia—a blac

“You’re bluffing,” El Moro snapped.Tobias smiled faintly. “I thought you’d say that. But I don’t need to convince you. Just check your cameras in five minutes when you start hearing sirens.”The men began to murmur, panic breaking the room’s order.“Boss, what if he’s telling the truth?”“Montiel’s people won’t stop at the cops. They’ll send mercenaries—”“Shut up!” El Moro barked, but his voice lacked its old power.Tobias took a slow step forward, each word was measured, controlled.“Even if you kill me now, it changes nothing." Said Tobias. "I’ve got another device transmitting the same signal — a secondary tracker. Destroy my phone, and the other one still leads them here.”He leaned in slightly, his voice turning almost gentle.“So, El Moro, kill me if it makes you feel better. But know this — the moment you do, your empire burns before sunrise.”El Moro’s thick hands trembled. His cigar burned itself out in the ashtray, forgotten.For the first time in years, the man who had on

“I’m not in the business of wasting anything,” he replied dryly. “You promised a bounty for whoever led you to El Moro. I delivered. I want what’s mine.”Maria studied him for a beat, then reached for her tablet. “Fair enough.”A few taps later, Tobias’s phone chimed.$200,000 received.He exhaled, the smoke drifting lazily in the rain. “Good. And one more thing…”Maria raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”“I’m keeping the profit I made from his last shipment,” Tobias said casually. “Call it… compensation for the nightmares this city keeps giving me.”Maria smirked. “You always make sure the house pays you, don’t you?”Tobias shrugged. “Well, what’s my brain for?”They shared a brief silence—the kind that only two people on opposite sides of morality could understand.He picked up the briefcase and opened his car door. “I guess my business with the police is done.”Maria tilted her head. “You surely know how to work things to your advantage, Mr. Sheldon.”He paused halfway into the car, turned

“What did she normally say?” Tobias asked.Camila frowned, thinking. “Only one thing I remember clearly. She usually said, ‘If anything happens, the truth is in the crow.’”Tobias froze. His heartbeat quickened. “The crow?”“Yes,” Camila said. “She said it more than once. I thought it was superstition — something poetic. But she said it like a warning.”Tobias’s mind spun. The truth is in the crow.It wasn’t a phrase. It was a message — a code.Before he could speak again, the low hum of an engine broke the calm.Camila turned toward the window. “No…” she whispered.A black van rolled to a stop outside, sunlight glinting off its wet frame. Two men climbed out — clean suits, dirty souls. Their eyes scanned the house like wolves scenting weakness."Oh no, those are the debt collectors, they have come to harass me again. Camila said.Tobias rose. “Stay behind me.”The knock rattled the door.Camila stood frozen as the knock rattled the door again — loud, insistent, merciless.“Mrs. Camil

The sunlight hit Tobias Sheldon like a slap when he stepped out of Camila’s house. The air was thick with dust and heat, the kind that made every breath feel earned. He paused on the crooked porch, his thoughts still burning from what he’d just seen — Elena’s handwriting, the faded coordinates, and the watermark of the crow.That paper was more than a clue. It was a whisper from the dead — one of wife’s breadcrumb of information.He slid into the driver’s seat of his Toyota Corolla, shutting the door with a dull thud. The engine coughed, came alive, then idled low like a waiting beast. He rested his forehead against the steering wheel for a second, breathing in the silence.And then — the silence shattered.RIIING.The phone vibrated in the cup holder, its shrill tone piercing the quiet. Tobias looked down. The screen glowed with a name he wished was buried.Senator Delgado.For a moment, he just stared at it, the name crawling across his mind like venom. Then, slowly, he answered.“