I want to believe that the fake meeting with Urriaga's men has borne fruit and that I am not actually heading towards my own death.
I pass through several open doors. The only sound I hear is the horses moving in their stalls and an occasional neigh. I keep walking with my knife raised.
“Jenkins, there are no cameras there. I need you to tell me what you see.”
“Horses and some empty rooms. They look like storage areas or something,” I whisper.
“Keep moving straight ahead. Lagos thinks he might be in the back, near the hayloft.”
I nod, even though I know he can't see me, and continue advancing in total silence. I find a closed door and stop in front of it.
“I think I’ve arrived. The door is locked. I don’t hear anything on the other side.”
“Do you have anything handy to open it?”
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