The silence in Unit B-17 felt heavy and thick. The only sound was the low, constant hum from the security system Silva had installed. On the workbench, the community center's check sat as a bright white rectangle of hope. Right next to it was the envelope of cash from Ramos, his payment for the warehouse job which seemed to cast a dark shadow over everything.
Ace couldn't get the images out of his head. He kept seeing the panicked faces of the two men and the way the bigger one had shoved the younger man. He could still hear the sound of the SUVs speeding away. Even though he hadn't pulled a trigger or thrown a punch, he was the one who had delivered them to their fate. The guilt sat in his stomach like a cold, heavy stone.
Evelyn's warning from the car echoed in his mind: "It's always a trap." He realized he had walked right into it and had become a tool for Ramos.
