“Gallego, no me busques. Ya estoy en todas las frecuencias.”
He laughed. Then he connected the cable. The radio clicked. Its LCD flickered: BOOT VER 2.1 . Good. “Gallego, no me busques
Joaquín’s hand trembled on the volume knob. The voice continued, and then, cutting through the chaos, a single clear sentence—his brother’s voice, unmistakable, calm: cutting through the chaos