they’re looking for.
Ramiro’s phone vibrated.
He looked at the screen.
—We have the truck.
-Where?
—He entered towards El Salto 18 minutes ago.
Another message.
—And it has just appeared next to a warehouse registered in the name of a company linked to Arturo Beltrán.
Vicente took the keys.
I followed him.
—I’m going with you.
-Sofia…
—Try to stop me.
He looked at me for 1 second.
—Get in.
As we walked along in the rain, Vicente made a call.
—I’m sending a location.
Heard.
—Yes. Possible kidnapping of a minor.
I looked at him.
-Did you call the police?
—I’m not going to turn your daughter into collateral damage in a war that should never have touched her.
I clasped my hands.
—Who is Arturo Beltrán?
Vicente took several seconds to respond.
—The man who controlled
to the supplier of metal structures at the construction site where
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