Chapter 41 Rescue And Doubt

• The abandoned textile factory on the outskirts of Barcelona stood like a concrete monument to industrial decay. Santino parked behind a collapsed loading dock, checking his weapons one final time.
• Zara's intel had been precise: twelve guards, rotating shifts, one exit. Angel was being held in the old foreman's office on the second floor.
• He moved through the shadows effortlessly, years of violence refined into an economy of motion. The first guard dropped silently, Santino's knife finding the gap between vertebrae. The second barely had time to reach for his radio.