All Alejandro needed was for one of them to talk.
He signaled his man to release the woman from his clutch, but Sarah remained kneeling on the floor, too petrified to stand. “I know Jeffery must have done something sinful—something against the Lord—and I don’t wanna protect him, but he’s my husband and my son’s father. I have no choice!”
Alejandro tossed his cigarette butt out to the yard. With a faint frizzle, its last ember died, drowning in damp soil. “I get you, Mrs. Orange, which is why I need you to call Jeffrey right now and tell him to come home. I don’t care what excuse you make. I just want him here. I’ll wait, but if he doesn’t show up tonight, your son won’t show up tomorrow.”
“W-what happens then?” Sarah asked, her voice trembling. “What’ll you do to him—kill him?”
“Don’t you call!” The old woman cracked out a shrill.
The bodyguard reacted by slapping her, which Alejandro tacitly approved by not stopping him. “Oh, no. I still need a witness, after all. If he does as he’s told obediently, I guess spending a decade or so in prison should suffice. The person I want to kill isn’t him, but the man who used him to do his bidding.”
Incarceration was obviously a better choice than death, so Sarah immediately grabbed an old, worn-out phone and called Jeffrey despite her mother-in-law’s protests.
It took a long time before the other side finally picked up her call. There, Jeffrey’s acrimonious voice snapped. “B*tch, haven’t I told you to never call me? I’ll call you when the damn time’s right!”
Sarah considered Alejandro fearfully for a moment and replied, “U-um, your ma had a fall in the yard just now, and the doctor said she hurt her head, and the surgery is gonna cost a ton, but it might save her for real. J-J-Just come back, okay? There’s so much stuff at home; I can’t handle them all.”
Jeffrey might have been unscrupulous enough to become complicit in mass murder, but he still had enough heart in him for his mother. “My ma fell? F**k you, b*tch! I thought I told ya to work so she doesn’t have to! How the hell did she fall? Christ, what’s the point of having you around, you useless c**t! You don’t know I’m outside, do you? Even at my quickest, I can only reach home before sunrise. I don’t exist as a citizen no more, so I can’t take a plane or a train or whatever, remember? I can only ride them illegal cars! For f**k’s sake, when I get back, I’ll teach you a lesson so hard, you’ll remember my face when you look into the mirror!”
It was at that moment that steely nonchalance dawned onto Sarah’s mien. It displaced her fear, and suddenly, she looked downright uncaring. Sarah had enough of Jeffrey.
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