Perfect Timing

Romero’s grip tightened around his phone, his knuckles whitening as he let out a low, simmering growl. His frustration was palpable, the weight of this latest setback adding another layer to the gnawing fury within him. “They’re playing games, leaving that car out there like bait,” he muttered, shaking his head. He turned to Carmen, his jaw still clenched tight.

“Pablo found the car, but it was abandoned. Whoever’s behind this… they’re meticulous, and they’re one step ahead of us,” Romero admitted, his voice laced with irritation.

Carmen’s face fell, her earlier glimmer of hope fading as her mind raced. “So we’re back to square one? No leads… no new information?” she asked, her tone laced with disappointment and a hint of worry. “How are we supposed to get ahead of someone who’s thought of everything?”