David stood in the living room. His face was hard. Scott’s anonymous message was still open on his phone. It gave one clear lead: a small Aragua hideout near the old train tracks where a witness might have seen Miranda being taken.
“We go now,” David said. “No waiting. Scott gave us this tip. We use it.”
Xavier checked his gun. “It is a small place. Maybe four or five men. But it could be a trap.”
“I know,” David replied. “But my daughter is out there. We move.”
Sarah nodded. “I will take the side. Riley, you cover the back with Xavier. David leads from the front.”
They left the safe house in two cars. The night was dark and the streets were empty. Rain started falling lightly again. They parked one block away and moved on foot through the shadows.
David stopped at the corner and whi
