Chapter 90 What The House Held

• “Excuse me,” Rafayel began, stepping forward from the porch with the kind of calm that could disarm a riot. His smile was polite, but his eyes were sharp. “We’re looking for Ramona. She used to work for the Delgado family. Is this her house? My name is Rafayel Ortiz.”
• The man standing in the garden hesitated, his brow furrowing as he stepped closer. The shovel in his hand lowered slightly.
• “Sir, I haven’t seen Ramona around for quite some time,” he said, voice cautious but not unfriendly. “I don’t believe she resides here any longer.”