After successfully tracking down Tristan's location, Cisco hurriedly made his way to the penthouse room. He knocked on the door, trying to be as quiet as possible, knowing that the Hermosa Lorena's men were not far behind.
Tristan's voice came from the other side of the door, "Who is it?"
Cisco tried to whisper, "It's me, open the door, you idiot."
Tristan's laugh could be heard, and he still didn't open the door. "Do you miss me now, Frankie? How are you here?"
Cisco's patience was wearing thin, and he knew he had to act fast. "Open the door or you die. I'm being serious, a lot of people are coming to kill you here."
Tristan's laughter stopped, and the door swung open. Cisco quickly entered, looking around the room to make sure they were alone.
Tristan raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
