Before Tomás could answer, his personal phone buzzed violently in his pocket. It was Mariana Flores. He stepped out of the ICU and pressed the phone to his ear.
“Tomás,” Mariana’s voice came through, breathless and laced with panic. “You need to get back to the Alamo Street house right now.”
“Mariana, I can’t leave the hospital. The girl almost died a minute ago. They’re preparing for an emergency surgery—”
