“I think I better give her a call and make sure.” Emilio’s face didn’t give a clue to the thoughts racing in his head as Alfonzo called Jessica. He remained nonchalant and continued out the room. “Hi, prima, qué tal?” “Hola, Alfonzo.” “You good?” “Yes, porqué?” “Just checking, got drama here and want to make sure it doesn’t filter to mi familia.” “You always have drama.” “Humph, did Emilio take good care of you?” He listened for a change in tone, a hint of what he suspected was behind Emilio’s forlorn expression. –But Jessica was a Diaz, through and through. “I don’t need a babysitter but yeah he did.” “Okay, if you need anything, give me a call.” He heard her girlfriends in the background telling her to hurry. “Okay, bye Alfonzo.” “Bye.” His eyes noticed a call coming through; it was Kiki. ‘How the hell did she get my number?’ “Alfonzo, Danté’s been shot.” The question of how she got the number answered and now irrelevant in light of the news.
