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“I see him,” Sarah said, her voice hesitant, careful. “He’s on flight AM492 to Cancun. Departing at noon. But… Elena, he’s not alone. There’s a companion booked on the same itinerary. A Ms. Valeria Gomez.”
The confirmation hit me like a physical blow, even though I’d already known. Hearing it spoken aloud by someone else made it real, undeniable.continue reading …
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