Chapter 43. Peyton

It was almost ten in the evening when I received a call from Chris telling me that he's en route to our meet-up point. The PI wouldn't tell me what's going on but I know something bad was happening.

The tension had me pick up a pack of cigarettes, I lit one and took a long dragged, the familiar feel eases me a bit. Minutes later I was still resting my back to the side of my car smoking while waiting for my guy.

"...He's hospitalized, someone beat him up badly. I managed to pull his hospital records, it'll cost you, but he's guarded by cops. According to my source, they're pissed with Kyle's brother for talking to the cops."

Chris showed me pictures of Kyle's, X-rays, and the complete hospital charts that I can't even understand.

"Mexican cartel." He added when I took another drag of my cigarette.

"I should get him back,"

"It's best for him."

"We should leave tonight."

He nodded and didn't ask further when I get into his c