Portia
I'm trying to wrap my brain around Felix Pérez taking over the cartel. Maybe I don't remember him correctly.
I was pretty young, I guess. l just can imagine it. He was more like an annoying bug that keeps buzzing by your ear. I remember neither of my parents liked him. But l'm not sure they liked Heathcliff either. I know my mom didn't. She didn't trust him, and my dad didn't trust anyone who wasn't blood.
Even though Heathcliff took on the Esmeralda name, he was and always would be an outsider. And Felix marrying Heathcliff's daughter, his niece, meant nothing to my father.
I think about that. About only trusting your own blood. That got my father killed. Blood is overrated in this world.
"Callahan," I start once we're upstairs. "Are you sure about Felix?"
He closes the door
