CHAPTER THIRTY - SEVEN - A SET - UP?

Mateo knew without having to go any closer. Mr. Fernandez was dead. Fuck! Mateo cursed under his breath, realizing what he had walked into. The person Mr. Fernandez was working for must have figured out that they were unto them and decided that getting rid of Mr. Fernandez was his best option. He glanced at his wrist watch. 8:00pm on the dot. He sighed. He would have to keep Abuela waiting it seemed. Fishing his phone out from his pocket, Mateo did what he thought was the right thing to do. He dialed 112. While he waited for them to arrive, he went closer to the table where Mr. Fernandez was sat. There was good on the table. A wine. And two wine glasses. Clear indication that he was here to see someone. His eyes was open and it had a surprised look, like he had not expected the person that shot him to do so. He trusted him. Or at least believed that he was indispensable. It was rather obvious that the gun in his hands was put there. The killer's finger print wou