Chapter 74

Augusto glanced at his watch. It was 5:32 a.m. His heart pounded hard, racing, almost leaping out of his chest. The bus was scheduled to arrive at 5:35. He had paced back and forth across the bus terminal so many times that the security guards no longer looked at him with suspicion. His gaze was that of someone waiting for everything… and for someone.

When he saw the bus approaching the platform, his entire body froze for a second. The headlights cut through the damp morning air, and