Saturday — 5:47 a.m. — Guadalajara, Mexico
Commander Perez's POV
“Commander, we've got movement.”
I looked up as Morales entered my office, holding a tablet.
“Reyes?”
“No, sir. Isabel.”
I stood.
“Where?”
“She left the residence eleven minutes ago in a silver sedan. Unidentified driver.”
“Destination?”
“Unknown. Surveillance is following.”
We entered the operations room, where a map of Guadalajara filled the main monitor.
“Has Reyes moved?”
“No, sir. He's still at the residence.”
“Keep eyes on both of them.”
Morales nodded.
An investigator approached with a folder.
“Commander, the final authorization paperwork has arrived.”
I reviewed the documents.
After weeks of tracking financial transfers, vehicles, and properties connected to Valencia Medical Logistics, we finally ha
