Cisco Ramon Novels & Stories

Turning back to Ryan, he said, “Yep.” “Any impressions from tonight?” “My impression is…we’ve got a problem.” “Yeah, like two dead guys, and no suspects. I’ve never seen such clean backgrounds in my life. None of her regular customers or any of the long-term employees has significant priors. Ryan and I interviewed them, but nobody pops. Either the alibis hold or there’s just nothing in their demeanor or responses that raises any suspicions. Kinda hard to know where to focus.” “I know. Ramon might be our guy. His alibi doesn’t clear him. He could have made it to Phoenix in time to off Carlos if every single thing went exactly his way, but—”

At the same time, Nico hurried into the room, laptop under his arm. “Sorry,” he said breathlessly. “I found something in the Project Thea drive.” Celeste frowned. “Nico, now?” “Yes, now,” he said, pushing his glasses up. “Because Ramon’s name appears in a folder connected to a bank transfer, and the transfer was initiated from a private account under the initials V.A.” Veronica Alcantara. The thought came fast, ugly, and unwelcome. Althea saw my face. “Who is V.A.?”

Jace takes an automatic step towards me, his entire posture tense. “What are you doing here?” Mason asks, surprised but not unkind. “I… wanted to see you guys,” Ramon replies, slamming his door shut. His gaze drifts to my car, eyes filled with curiosity. “You two official yet?” he asks, smirking slightly. “Uh—” I hesitate, glancing at Jace. “We are,” Jace answers smoothly. “In private, that is.” Ramon nods knowingly before exhaling deeply. “Can we talk?”

Ramon coax her into going to sleep and she closed her eyes immediately . Her thoughts wandered around the entire place but unfortunately she fell asleep before she could think of anything else and once Ramon was sure she was fast asleep, He left the bedroom and went to the living room still clad in a towel.. Ramon sat down leisurely on the couch with his laptop in his hands.. He'd to finish up his work and would also be going over to LA to check on the subsidiaries over there.. Ramon was halfway through his work when his Cellphone began buzzing.. At first he wanted to ignore the calls but unfortunately the call was determined to get him into answering his phone ..

Ramon said emphatically. Ramil brought the goblet he was holding close to his nose. He was hooked on the smell of alcohol. He immediately moved the goblet away from his nose and put it down on the table. "I really can't, kuya,” he said. Ramon stood up. He turned his back to his brother and stared at their photo taped to the wall. "If you can't stand the smell and taste of a fine wine with low alcohol content, how can you take revenge?"

Ramon coax her into going to sleep and she closed her eyes immediately . Her thoughts wandered around the entire place but unfortunately she fell asleep before she could think of anything else and once Ramon was sure she was fast asleep, He left the bedroom and went to the living room still clad in a towel.. Ramon sat down leisurely on the couch with his laptop in his hands.. He'd to finish up his work and would also be going over to LA to check on the subsidiaries over there.. Ramon was halfway through his work when his Cellphone began buzzing.. At first he wanted to ignore the calls but unfortunately the call was determined to get him into answering his phone ..

"This is stupid. I already told you everything I remember." "Sometimes being in certain environments can trigger additional memories," I said. "Don't underestimate the power of—" The elevator stopped at the third floor, and my words died in my throat as Ramon Vasquez stepped inside. I knew Ramon by reputation - a man who operated in the shadows between legitimate business and organized crime, someone who dealt in information, influence, and things that couldn't be discussed in polite company. His expensive suit and gold jewelry marked him as successful, but there was something predatory about his small, calculating eyes.

was a name in the file. The file I had built piece by piece over the years. The file that contained every loose thread, every unresolved incident, every person who had circled too close to Eva Sterling and never walked away clean. Every person Eva had destroyed, as well as the persons who had aided her. August Ramon was the doctor. He was in it. Not central, not obvious, but present. Connected. An associate of Eva’s. He was someone who had appeared just often enough within the perimeter of Eva’s past situations to be noted—but never proven.

Fortunately, they decided to move to a separate building because the information they heard afterwards was clearly not something they wanted Haisley to know. Two local men, messengers of Flavia's father, and two foreign men, messengers of Loretta's father, now sat with Dean, Gilbert, Juan, Mr. Luis, and Juan. One of the local men and one of the foreign men handed over brown envelopes that they placed on the table. Gilbert took one envelope from the local man, and Juan took the other. "A man named Ramon, born in Miami, is currently a target for intelligence agencies because he is a major drug dealer. The police have arrested him for smuggling alcohol, but he managed to escape. And now, he is

At Holloway Holdings. Ramon sat in his chair, his head resting on the desk. He was tired after a business meeting and reviewing documents. A knock came at the door. “Come in,” he said as he raised his head. The door opened and his assistant, Daniel, walked in. “You need to see this video, sir,” Daniel said, handing Ramon a tablet. Ramon frowned and took it to watch the video Daniel was talking about. His eyes widened. “The video is currently trending hard, and the media aren’t having it,” Daniel spoke again.