Luis Miguel's gaze dropped back to the remnants of the flesh and bones before him. He picked up a torn piece of fabric, clutching it to his chest and rocking slightly as fresh sobs wracked his frame.
Whoever did this… whoever cut the boys into so many pieces and stripped their flesh from their bones was going to live the rest of their lives hating me.
The forest seemed to mourn with Luis Miguel, the rustling leaves whispering condolences and the distant calls of birds now somber notes in the dirge of sorrow.
I stood, turning to Teo. "Secure the area. Gather every piece of evidence. We need answers."
Teo nodded abruptly. "Understood, Beta."
As his men set to work, I remained by Luis Miguel's side.
"We are grieved, yes. But we need to notify their families and conduct a thorough investigation, Teo." I put forward, sniffing back the tears building inside of me.
Teo nodded, already pulling out his phone to make the necessary calls.
