Oscar watched the young man carefully, thinking to himself as they drove. He could tell from the guilt in the young man’s eyes that he was hurting. And he wasn’t feeling much better about it. But in his eyes, the young man had walked out, trusting that the man they called ‘uncle’ wouldn’t take the girl’s life. That she’d be taken care of. But the next few days were going to be rough for both of them. When they arrived back at the offices, running into a bit of traffic on the way there, Oscar smiled as Michael opened the door for him.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Come upstairs. There’s some spare bedrooms on the top floor. Tired as you are, i’d never forgive myself if you fell asleep at the wheel…”</span>he clapped his hand on the boy’s shoulder, glancing around to make sure the car was parked in a good spot.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Besides. I wanted to talk to you about the next few days… they’re going to be rough.”</span>he continued, choosing his words carefully as they headed inside. Halfway up the stairs he saw Celio materialize at the top.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Go home boy.”</span>he said dismissively, motioning for Mike to follow him into the back office.