CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO – THE MARKETS OF TRUJILLO

They crept forward, hugging the damp walls of the tunnel. The voices grew louder, more distinct. Soon, they could make out individual words. "...the man is becoming a problem," a gruff voice said. "Moretti wants him moved to a more secure location." "When?" another voice asked. "Tomorrow night. We'll use the tunnels to transport him to the coastal facility." Jasmine and Raquel exchanged a silent look of triumph. They had stumbled upon crucial information about Marco's whereabouts and the cartel's plans. "We should go," Jasmine mouthed, gesturing back the way they came. Raquel nodded in agreement. They had pressed their luck far enough, and now they had a solid lead to follow. Carefully, they retraced their steps through the maze-like tunnels until they found an exit that led them to a narrow alley in the heart of Trujillo. Blinking in the sudden sunlight, they took a moment to get their bearings. The bustling sounds of the nearby market filled the air, a stark contrast to the op