Morgan’s POV
1:12 a.m. — Mexico
“Say that again.”
Luis Herrera shifted in his chair.
“The plane leaves before sunrise.”
True stood beside the door.
“Which airstrip?”
“I don't know.”
I leaned forward.
“Then how do you know about the plane?”
“I overheard the man who hired us!”
“What man?”
“He called himself Elías.”
Esteban Reyes.
“Did he mention a location?”
Luis hesitated.
“Somewhere near Querétaro.”
“Anything else?”
“There was supposed to be a doctor aboard. He'd keep the woman sedated.”
My stomach tightened.
I looked at True.
“Call Domingo.”
Domingo’s POV
3:19 a.m. — South Carolina
“Rafa, check every private airstrip near Querétaro.”
“Understood, Patrón.”
“Look for medical transports. Anything unusual.”
I ended the call.
Dean stepped closer.
“I have a security
