Putting On An Act

Romero's expression shifted, a mix of fury and determination sparking in his gaze. “That’s more than enough. We’ll track that car,” he said, his voice icy. He pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly dialed Pablo.

“Pablo,” Romero said sharply when the call connected, “I need you to head back to that surveillance office. There’s a black sports car with the license plate M-8536-JF. Check any footage and see if you can trace it. We need to know where it’s been, every stop it made. Be fast about it.”

“Understood, boss. I’m on it,” Pablo responded, his tone serious. Romero ended the call and turned back to Carmen.

Carmen was watching him intently, an unreadable look in her eyes. “Mister Monteiro,” she began, her voice soft but insistent, “who do you think would go to these lengths? To have your family killed, and you? And for what reason?”