Not yet. But there’s one weak link: someone in customs flagged a manifest under pressure. A man named Santiago. Internal file says he’s under surveillance for bribery.
(05:57 BRST):
Already on my list.
(05:58 BRST):
Be careful, Rafael. This isn’t just cartel money. This is diplomatic immunity. Lawyers. Media protection. Global connections.
(05:58 BRST):
I know.
(05:59 BRST):
Do you?
A pause.
(06:00 BRST):
This won’t bring her back.
Rafael stared at the line for a long time.
Then he closed the laptop.
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He stood at the corkboard, the orange light flickering behind him.
He found the name he’d written before—Valderrama—and drew a solid black circle around it.
Then, beneath it, he wrote:
Héctor Manuel Valderrama
Status: Confirmed
Role: Political cover. Financial organizer. Export logistics.
He pinned a printed image from the ship logs—a manifest with the word Santa Nieve scribbled in red.
Then he stepped back.
The board had changed.
No longer just scattered threads. This was a web. And in its center sat a man in a suit with clean hands and a hidden empire.
Rafael stared for a long moment, then whispered:
“I found you.”
And somewhere, behind a podium, behind cameras, behind polished glass…
Héctor Valderrama had no idea what was coming.
Chapter 6 – The Man in the Mirror