Nevaeh arrived at the Eight Bar, the place she had agreed to meet.
Before leaving, she had texted Gerardo, telling him where she was going and why.
In her heart, no matter who was really behind this, he needed to know the truth about their grandmother's death.
Thirty minutes later, she walked through the bar's entrance.
The second the door swung open, deafening music crashed over her, pulling her into a world of pure chaos.
Under the hypnotic lights, men and women swayed like water snakes, their laughter sharp and loud. Glasses of red wine glittered in their hands like dangerous jewels.
Standing there, Nevaeh felt completely out of place. Her eyes scanned the crowd, finding nothing. Her heart pounded as she quickly sent a text: "Where are you?"
A sick feeling grew in her stomach. The person who contacted her, at this hour, in a place like this… it wasn't just about money.
A reply buzzed in her hand almost instantly. They told her to go straight to the back room.
