“Send someone to watch the cops,” he ordered, standing from his desk. “I want to know everything they find out. If it’s those bastards, I need to know who the girl was and why she was targeted.”
Rafael nodded, but dad could sense the unease in his eyes. He had worked with Rafael long enough to know when something felt off. This wasn’t just another random hit. There was more to this than either of them could see.
As Martinez went back to his plans for revenge, I stayed there, unseen and unknown. A ghost in the chaos of his world. My body had been found, but the truth of who I was was still hidden. Martinez didn’t know yet that the girl lying in that pile of trash was his own daughter. He didn’t know that the war he was fighting had already cost him something far more precious than he could ever imagine.
And when he will finally found out, it would be too late.
They wrapped my body up, zipped tight in a black bag, and shipped it back to the morgue like just another piece of evidence. No one knew who I was yet. Just another nameless girl left to rot in the city’s underbelly.