He\'s dead

Ivan wasn’t joking when he said that Hector was going to keep an eye on me. He’s the only guard allowed to come inside the mansion while the Whitlock family is away and that is simply so he can watch my every move. It’s been two days since I’ve been left alone. I tried to make friends with Hector but the man has decided to not give me a chance. His face remains expressionless all the time and he barely replies to my greetings. I can’t really blame him for this, though. He could lose his job if he isn’t careful...Or end up like Ricardo. I eye him cautiously as he stands near the door leading to the garden. He’s smoking a joint, seemingly deep in thoughts. I make my way toward him and clear my throat. Hector glances down with the kind of indifference you’d reserve to an insect. “Can I ask you a question?” He grunts again, turning away from me. That’s his way of declining my request but I decide to shoot my question anyway: “I want to know what happened to Ricardo.” I tell him. “I’m not s