AMY POV

It was over one minute.

Maybe less, and none of these men had answered my questions. What the fuck was going on? I looked to my right where Antonio was seated, and then to the left where Carlos sat. “Is somebody going to speak now?”

“Carlos will.” Antonio answered.

A sigh of relief escaped my mouth. I let out another one as I adjusted on the chair, more than ready to listen to this news. Carlos, on the other end, adjusted and seemed ready to talk.

What more could I ask for?

“When I got there before you—” He began. “—There were people moving in and out and...