Luciano's POV 

 I've been running surveillance for three hours.

 Campus security cameras, parking lot footage, traffic patterns around the school. If the facility is watching Amaya, they're leaving traces. They have to be.

 My laptop is spread across the dining table, multiple windows open. Javier's beside me with his own computer, cross-referencing student enrollment with social media profiles. Looking for inconsistencies. People who appeared out of nowhere with no digital footprint.

 Like Amaya did two years ago.

 Like Cara did this semester.

 Alvaro's on the couch with Amaya tucked against him, both of them supposedly watching a movie. But I can see him in my peripheral vision—constantly touching her, running...