No Me Pases De Largo

I learned of Lucio's death from Henry Morgan, his best friend and our high school classmate. He sent a text to my mobile phone early in the day; I was biting into a piece of toast with peanut butter and debating if I should dunk it in my coffee or do the polite thing. The phone rang like glass breaking. Every time I heard it, in my mind I saw a stone wrapped in a note fly through the window. With my free hand, I pressed the button and read. Just six words: What do you know about Lucio? --Don't Pass Me By