Broken Dreams Club - Elite

XVII

A/N: Brace yourself.

The inspector looked at the wood and glass door before lifting her fist up to knock on the door, the new evidence in her hand.

She knocked a few times before realising no one was coming after three minutes so she rang the inside bell again of the grand house.

"Un momento!"

The door opened a few seconds later to reveal  an older looking woman with greying short hair, an apron, and a kind smile.

"Hola, can I help you?" 

"Si, I am looking for Mariposa Velazquez, is she home?" 

Alba was weary at the woman who came through the open gates with three policemen behind her.

"No . . . but would you like me to leave her a message?" 

The inspector sighed.

"Tell her there is new evidence and we would like to talk to her daughter. Alaska Velazquez."

-

"Ale! What's up?" Guzman cheered, once he opened the front door to reveal his friend.

The conversation that was two days overdue had finally needed to be had, and after trying to avoid the topic yet failing miserably, Alejandro decided was long enough that he'd tried to gather his thoughts, and it would only be a matter of time until his sister would call him out for avoiding her.

"How are you?" Ale asked with a small smile, walking into the modern looking house.

"Can't complain. I need to study but I've been playing video games since I got back from school. " Guzman replied with a shrug and small chuckle, while he lead Alejandro to the living room.

Ale couldn't tell if he felt sick because of the heat his crewneck Ralph Lauren sweater was giving him or because Guzman was being . . . Guzman. He was being normal Guzman, making jokes and acting like he wasn't just holding Samuel against a locker a few days prior because of a cheating accusation. He didn't even know how to bring it up. 

What would he say?

How would he react?

"By the way, Ander is coming over as well in about an hour or so. He wants to test out the new Warzone game, so I hope you don't have anywhere to be -" Guzman noted, sitting down on the chair and turning on the TV.

"Guzman." 

With the seriousness in Alejandro's tone as he called out to him, Guzman froze for a split second and turned to see that Alejandro was looking at him with an unreadable expression, which made him wonder what he was really here for.

"What's the matter?" Guzman asked quietly, his eyes tracing Alejandro's figure as he sat on the couch opposite him, looking like he was struggling, so Guzman asked him the question again, but this time Alejandro looked up.

"I need you to tell me the truth." He said, staring at him dead in his eyes.

"Of course, always . . ." In the back of his mind, Guzman had some sort of idea of what Alejandro had on his mind, but pushed the thought far back, hoping it wasn't the case.