“I know.”
“Then let security and the police handle it. Don’t confront them alone.”
“That’s exactly my plan.”
I hung up.
My last call was to the property manager.
“Hector, are the electronic locks still active?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Disable all access codes except mine.”
“Right away.”
I leaned back in the seat.
The sky outside was turning orange with sunset.
For a few minutes I simply sat there breathing.
Old Valeria would have cried.
But I wasn’t that person anymore.
Ten minutes later, two black vans drove down the road toward the beach.
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