A good night's sleep put Mateo in a better mood. At least a less-likely-to-murder-on-sight mood. His first thought was Raina; the deep and abiding gnawing feeling of concern that wouldn't go away until he set eyes on her, had her back in his care.
He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, placing his feet on the floor. He ran a hand over his hair and face and then stretched his back and neck, cracking his shoulders.
He glanced at the cheap clock. He'd slept for nearly eight hours. Mateo was usually a strict six hours per night guy.
He snatched up his phone which was plugged into the charger next to the clock. A message blinked at him. It was from Angela.
Meeting with Savino. Banditos. 11 AM.
It was now 10:15 AM. The message had come in late the night before. Angela had
