The silence on the other end lasted so long that Joaquín thought the call had been cut off.
“No,” the voice said, sharp and harsh. “I’m not home. I’m staying with my sister for a few days. I’m not feeling well, Joaquín, I’m not up for visitors. Just deposit the money. I need it by two o’clock today. The medicine can’t wait.”
—But Mrs. Leti…
—Do it for Marisol, Joaquín. You promised me.
*Click.*