Isabella

He said he'd meet us at the aerodrome. Miguel sighed as he put his phone down. "Where is that?" I asked.

"It's a relatively new establishment," Julio explained. "It's nothing in particular, but it can be a very discreet area.”

“Why are we meeting there? There's almost nothing out there." He turned his face towards Miguel, who smirked and looked away. I had come to accept that silence was a good thing in instances like this.

"What's next?" I asked Julio, who had a sour expression on his face.

"We wait. We wait and get ready for the next two days. Hopefully, we won't have any funny business from...