Where Is Leo Valdez From Novels & Stories

"But he's from Chicago." "But my parents were born in Venezia," Leo said, his dark eyes still gleaming. "And my entire extended family still lives there, so I can claim it if I want to." Jackson rolled his eyes. "We don't have time for this. We should get to the boat." "Of course," said Leo with a wink at Charlotte. "May I help you with your things, my dear?" She didn't have much - just her purse with the atlas and her airport shopping bag with her old clothes stuffed inside - so she shook her head. "I'm fine, but thanks."

Leo suddenly resumed the previous topic. "Well, just so you know, honey... Gretta Juarez or Olivia is a procurer and brothel keeper from the 'La Coahuila' prostitution district in Tijuana, Mexico," Leo sneered sarcastically, "It's an open secret among state officials and I'm sure even government buildings often use her to find young girls to satisfy the lust of those political pigs." On the other side, I saw Owen seemingly give Leo a signal to stop. But Leo smiled defiantly instead.

Leo spent the evening telling us endless stories about his school, making my mother laugh until she had tears in her eyes. Now the apartment was silent. My mother had gone to bed. Leo was in his room reading. And I sat alone in the living room scrolling through my phone. I opened a job listing page, considering possible opportunities. Then a news notification appeared. My heart stopped the moment I read the headline. “Vale Corporation Announces Major Global Expansion.” My finger froze on the screen. A photo appeared beneath the headline. Adrian Vale stood at a conference podium, reporters gathered around him. His expression was calm, controlled..exactly the way I remembered.