Cut My Losses, Watched Him Lose Everything

At 1:00 a.m., harsh fluorescent light did nothing to mask the biting antiseptic scent in the hospital corridor.

My thumb hovered over the screen, pressing "Send" on the final email. Almost instantly, the phone buzzed.

Walter Delgado.

I stared at the name for two seconds, letting the vibration rattle against my skin. I didn't answer immediately.

In truth, there was no reason to hesitate. As of this moment, we had reached the end of the line.