CHAPTER 103 : THE LOST CCTV FROM SAN LORENZO
"Ethan came looking for me there," Eleanora said slowly, her voice quieter than before, yet far heavier. "If it wasn't for Valeria and her family… we would have been found."
Alexander didn't interrupt her this time. He simply stood there, watching her not as a man waiting for answers, but as someone who understood that what was about to come was not just information. It was history.
And history, in her case, was never simple.
*FEW MONTHS AGO, SUNNYWALE*
Ethan had come to Sunnywale twice.
The first time, it seemed like a coincidence. The second time it wasn't. By the third attempt, he stopped showing up.
But Eleanora had already seen enough. He wasn't alone. He never was.
She had noticed the patterns long before she allowed herself to acknowledge them. Vehicles that didn't belong. Faces that didn't fit. Men who pretended to be locals but carried themselves like trained shadows. Not one group. Three.
Three separate teams.
