The day rolled on like any other would have, at least on the surface.

Luis manned his usual post in the front corridor of the East Wing nodding at suits as they came in and out, his eyes scanning the screens behind the reception desk.

He kept his face stern and unreadable, but inside, his nerves were coiled and his mind ticking off every passing hour like a timing-bomb.

He needed time.

Having checked the routines already, he knew Miguel wouldn’t be on shift in the surveillance control room until after lunch, so that meant after lunch was his window.

Luis knew better than to act early, patience was the...