Chapter 5 - The Man Holding My Daughter Was Only a Decoy, and Alejandro Accidentally Revealed the Location of the Hidden Archive He Had Spent Fifteen Years HuntingI kept the man talking.
“Where is Alejandro?”
“Close.”
“What does he want?”
“The archive.”
“He can't have it.”
“He will.”
Camila stared at me.
Her eyes were calm.
She had always been brave.
“Dad.”
“Yes?”
“I'm okay.”
I nodded.
“Good.”
The man looked confused.
He expected panic.
Instead, I asked:
“Do you know who you're working for?”
“Yes.”
“Do you?”
He hesitated.
That told me enough.
“You have been lied to.”
He frowned.
I continued.
“Alejandro doesn't care if you survive.”
The man's hand trembled.
“Shut up.”
“He's already planning to eliminate everyone involved.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I've known him longer than you.”
He looked uncertain.
Then the hospital alarm sounded again.
My security team entered.
The man surrendered.
Camila was safe.
I didn't chase Alejandro.
I followed his phone.
He was calling from an old hotel outside Guadalajara.
We went.
The room was empty.
But a laptop remained.
It contained access codes.
The archive.
The hidden reserve.
Everything.
I found a map.
A location beneath an abandoned warehouse.
We went underground.
A steel vault.
Biometric lock.
Camila's fingerprint.
I looked at her.
“You don't have to.”
She nodded.
“I'm doing it.”
The vault opened.
Inside were black folders.
Cash.
Photographs.
Hard drives.
And records of the old organization.
Alejandro had wanted this because it contained proof he had ordered multiple murders.
He wasn't trying to become rich.
He was trying to erase his past.
Camila had unknowingly become the person standing between him and freedom.
I told her:
“Take the documents.”
She stared.
“Why?”
“Because this belongs to you now.”
“No.”
She shook her head.
“It belongs to the truth.”
I smiled.
My daughter was growing stronger.
We copied everything.
Then the lights went out.
A voice echoed through the room.
“Rafael.”
Alejandro.
He stepped from the shadows.
“Give me the archive.”
I stood between him and Camila.
“No.”
He smiled.
“You still think this is about your daughter.”
I stared.
“What else?”
“Your father never told you everything.”
“What did he hide?”
Alejandro stepped closer.
“Who killed him.”
My blood went cold.
“You.”
He smiled.
“No.”
Then he said:
May you like
“You did.”
I froze.
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