Friday — 6:18 a.m. — Guadalajara, Mexico
Commander Perez's POV
“Tell me we haven't lost him.”
Morales shook his head.
“No, Commander. Reyes returned to the property around three this morning.”
I set my coffee down.
“Where did he go?”
“A gas station, a private residence, and a warehouse outside Guadalajara.”
“Who owns the warehouse?”
“We're checking.”
I studied the surveillance photographs.
“What about the woman?”
Morales placed another photograph on my desk.
“Facial comparison returned a ninety-seven percent probability.”
“Isabel?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Has the match been verified?”
“Secondary review is underway.”
“Until then, her identification remains provisional.”
Morales nodded.
“There's something else.”
He handed me another photograph.
Esteban stood outside the warehouse
