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Who is that man?

Aleksa

Ilooked at the watch; I had been standing guard for several hours.

The guy Koroleva had met in the hotel was a damn ghost.

The photos Piero took, from one of the rooms he sneaked into, barely revealed too much information. He sent them to me while I was staked out in the parking lot and I didn’t start the engine until I saw the mysterious stranger get into a black Audi.

I followed him. I had to know the identity of the man who was secretly seeing my boss’s wife. I had to go all out if I wanted Romeo to open his eyes; I knew him too well. If I wanted that traitor to fall to the fullest extent, I needed a report so irrefutable that he would have no choice but to react with respect to the Russian.

While driving, I called Segarra. Even though he was from homicides, I considered him a lynx at tracking down vehicle owners; not that he was the one who extracted the information, rather, he had contacts who facilitated it in no time. I wanted to know to whom the vehicle belonged.

It pissed me off, but didn’t surprise me, that it was registered to a company.

I had to make several calls to see what identity it led me to. I put my men to work to give me data, a name, a lead…

The Audi took me to El Paraíso, a residential complex located on a golf course in the municipality of Estepona. There were some very exclusive villas and the car directed me to one with a gigantic gate. Shit! I wasn’t going to be able to see easily. The walls were high and I didn’t bring gear to climb them.

The only option was to stand guard and wait for the guy to come out again and not wear an outfit that masked his identity.

Someone who dresses like that to go to a hotel room and meet with a woman like Koroleva didn’t look good.

Either he was a very cautious lover, or something much worse, and that "much worse" was what had led me to wait for more than five hours.

I looked at the clock; I was tired of waiting; I had received a message from Andrey asking where I was. I just answered that I was working. I couldn’t tell the Russian that what I intended was to expose Koroleva; one thing is to adore that man and quite another his boss.

"Let’s Get It Started" by Måneskin urged me to do something, to not just sit idly by.

I hummed along with them.

Burn it until it burns.

Spin it until it ends.

Act from the north, west, east, south.

Because everyone, everyone

just comes in and starts.

Start, start, get it going.

Let's get started, now.

Let's start here.

Let's get started, now.

Let's start here.

I got out of the car ready to climb the wall, even if I had to do it with my nails.

I positioned myself on the side where the surveillance camera didn’t reach.

I just hoped that the bastard wouldn’t decide to come out now that I was trying to get in.