Chapter 75

• Sebastian pushed open the heavy door of the most popular bar in Mexico, the familiar scent of alcohol and smoke hitting him as he entered. He scanned the room, spotting his friend, Marco, sitting at a corner table nursing a glass of whiskey. Marco was a tall, rugged man with a demeanor that commanded respect. Sebastian had known him for years; they had grown up together, and Marco had since become a private investigator—a career that fit his keen instincts and composure.
• Sebastian walked over, pulling out a chair and collapsing into it with a weary sigh. Marco looked up, concern etching his features. "Sebastian, you look like hell. What's going on?"
• "It's my wife, Lillian," Sebastian began, his voice strained with worry.