But one is missing.
I scan the area carefully until I spot a man fleeing down the port stairs toward a car at the far end. He doesn’t look back once, abandoning his companions without hesitation.
I tap Arturo on the shoulder so he can make sure there are no others, then sprint toward my own car hidden in the shadows. I accelerate hard, the engine vibrating beneath me as I race down the dirt road at full speed. My phone rings, and I ignore it, already knowing it’s Arturo furious because I decided to do what one of the soldiers should have done.
But this cowardly bastard is mine, and he won’t get the chance to warn anyone that we uncovered everything. The road is long and winding, bordering the coastline. Thick clouds of dust trail behind me and the fugitive. The phone keeps ringing, and
