You and Javier were partners—DEA agents, coworkers, nothing more, nothing less. You were currently sitting in a car, waiting for the supplier you were after to show up so you could finally close this case. But something in the air felt different. Javier had been more tense lately. You couldn’t blame him; he felt partly responsible for the rise of the Cali Cartel after the takedown of the Medellín Cartel.

Leaning back in the passenger seat, you threw a glance his way—one he immediately noticed.

“I’m fine,” he said, a little too quickly for your liking. It was obvious he was deeply upset. Noticing the concern in your expression, he let out a weary sigh.

“Just tired, cariño. Don’t worry yourself,” he added, trying to reassure you.