The clock showed one in the morning. Julio’s residence looked deserted. The yard lights glowed dimly, while the guards appeared distracted due to a shift change. In the corner of the garage, a shadow moved quickly and silently.

The person was wearing a dark jacket and a cap. His steps were light, as if he already knew the terrain well. He stopped right in front of the car that Sheena would use to go to the hospital the next morning. Without hesitation, he crouched down, opened the underside of the car, and worked swiftly.

His hands moved quickly, cutting the brake line. He made sure everything looked normal from the...