Fernando’s POVThe bold red letters of the “CLOSED” sign glared at me through the glass of Kafé Verse’s front door, taunting me like a slap in the face. My heart slammed into my ribs as I stood frozen on the dark sidewalk, every breath turning ragged in my chest.No lights inside. No movement. The café was a hollow corpse of itself, chairs stacked on tables, darkness filling the space, mirroring the same kind of darkness I had in my heart.“Fuck!” My fist smashed against the glass door with a hollow, bone-jarring crack. The reverberation rolled down the silent street, chased by the distant bark of a dog somewhere in the night.Behind me, Marlo, Emilio and Mortis exited the car, both tense, scanning the empty block like wolves looking for prey.“Boss,” Marlo said, his voice low but urgent, “there’s no sign of the boy. No lights, no heat signatures inside. Nothing.”Mortis shifted uneasily, peering through his black-gloved hands pressed to the glass. “He was supposed to be here?”I s
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