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By Saturday morning, I’m convinced that Yulia must be back in Ukraine. Diego and Eduardo were able to track her as far as Venezuela, but her trail seems to have gone cold there.
“I think she left the country,” Diego says when I call him for an update. “A private plane registered to a shell corporation filed a flight plan to Mexico, but there’s no record of it landing anywhere in that country. It must’ve been her people, and if that’s the case, she’s gone.”
“That’s not a fact. Keep looking,” I say, even though I know he’s most likely right.
Yulia got away, and if I’m to have any hope of recapturing her, I’ll have to widen the net and call on some of our international contacts.
I consider bringing Esguerra up to speed on the whole situation, but decide to postpone it until Sunday
