Nor was it the aftermath of a simple assault.
It felt like the closing stages of a criminal investigation.
His gaze drifted toward the evidence spread across the conference table before returning to Santiago.
"What exactly is going on here?" he asked, his voice noticeably more restrained than when he had first arrived.
No one answered immediately.
Instead, the room remained wrapped in silence, allowing the weight of everything that had already been revealed to settle over the newest arrivals.
For the first time since entering the police headquarters, the Navarro family realized they had not walked into a meeting.
They had walked into the aftermath of a tragedy, and somehow, one of their own stood at the very center of it.
Marcos looked from one face to another, searching for someone willing to explain the scene before him. Instead, he found only silence.
It was Santiago who finally broke it.
His voice remained calm.
"Mr. Navarro."
Marcos instinctively looked toward him.
