Spence drew closer to Pero to hand him what he'd gotten for him as a meal to break his forceful-induced fasting.
The Mafia boss, José Navarro had instructed for Pero to be handed a meal—something, anything to eat at least and after which he should be given a change of clothes to speed up Pero's memory to aid him in remembering the information he was so desperate to give only José in person, regarding the Gustavo Rodríguez.
This, José had demanded of Spence during a Car BS Phone call, to carry out before his arrival. Spence had just the perfect recipe in mind for Pero.
As Spence drew closer, the pungent smell from the said dish began to produce potential tears in Pero's eyes.
'Why the hell does it smell so fucking bad?' Pero questioned himself.
On the hard concrete floor where he sat, he positioned a finger or two on his nostril to block out the stench which was stemming from what was supposed to be his meal.