Sofia Delgado. Alive. Residing in a small coastal town under a new identity.
Marco drove through the night. The house was a whitewashed cottage with a wind chime made of seashells. An elderly woman with Sofia’s eyes opened the door. She was missing two fingers on her left hand. Massage-Parlor.13.09.11.Sofia.Delgado.Room.6.XX...
He turned off his phone. “Show me where the safe is.” Sofia Delgado