True's POV
6:38 a.m. — Mexico, Hospital Security Office
Rafa's phone rang while I reviewed the overnight security reports.
He answered, listened, then straightened.
“Understood. We're coming.”
He disconnected.
“What happened?”
“Mexican authorities obtained authorization to search the rehabilitation property outside Querétaro.”
“And?”
“They found a hidden pediatric treatment area.”
I stood.
“The children?”
“Three beds. Recently occupied. Someone moved them before the search.”
“Son of a bitch.”
Rafa opened his laptop.
“Investigators found surveillance footage of a medical transport leaving the property.”
“Where'd it go?”
“They're tracing it.”
He turned the screen toward me.
A photograph showed a gray-haired man entering the facility.
Dr. Malcolm Pierce.
The timestamp was
