Chapter 45

Alejandro's Point of View

Camilo looked like a caged beast by the time I showed up for my nightly patrol. His hair was swept to the side. Stuck up in several directions. Bags formed beneath his eyes. Even his pacing was off. Had an odd count to it.

I stepped deeper into the office. Skirted past the mountain of boxes in front of the door. Our monthly delivery of paper and all other office stationary. We ran through them like wildfire every month. Mainly because we wrote everything down and the moment whatever was written down was handled, we would burn the evidence. This practice kept our workload in order and our asses out of jail.

"Geez. What's crawled up your ass?" I asked and leaned against my table.

Camilo looked up. Narrowed his eyes at my sudden appearance. His eyes flickered to the door. Then back to me. He sighed heavily and let the stack of papers in his hands thump onto Rafael's desk. There were lines on his forehead. Deep and furious.

"You were right. Shit is going missin