Chapter 32

Inside Nash's cell, he mounted his bed and scooched closer to the wall. His hands were shaking since he collected the paper from the pretty officer.

Not cold or the weather, he was really anxious about...nothing.

He threw a glance at Abuelo, he was reading a book on his bed.

Then he inhaled and opened the paper.

What? His face squeezed together as he read the note.

What the fuck is he asking him to do?

Impossible, fuck.

Yes, in the past he took on this job only because he wanted to support his sister in Worcester but now that his sister went missing a long time ago, this job makes his skin crawl.

Fuck! He squeezed the paper and leaned his head on the wall, this would be hard to do.

“Fucking mama,” he muttered to himself.

Why would he even tell him to do this?

“Uh, did you talk to me?” Abuelo sniffled his mucus filled nostrils.

His voice was heavily clouded with catarrh.

Nash gritted his teeth as he looked at the old man.

“No bitch! Why would I want to talk to a limpy man? Tsk.”

Abue