Morgan’s POV
9:21 p.m. — Mexico
The ambulance rolled through the gates of the receiving facility.
True's SUV followed, stopping behind us as two armed security men closed the gates.
I studied the courtyard.
One entrance. High walls. Cameras positioned above the doors.
Better than the surgical center.
But after receiving that message, I wasn't trusting anything.
We want Ava Sinclair.
I slipped my secure phone into my pocket.
The rear ambulance doors opened.
“Medical team,” I announced.
A physician approached with two nurses.
“Dr. Salazar,” he introduced himself.
“We're expecting Diego Ortega.”
I checked his identification against the information True had provided.
Everything matched.
“Eight-year-old male, postoperative removal of an abdominal foreign body,” I explained.
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