A small white spot appeared on the surface of the water before disappearing among the waves.
The pilot, who had remained silent until then, turned his face, looking pale.
—Sir… it was a normal fall.
Santiago felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
Eп el agυa, Valeria activated the second stage of her plan.An emergency transmitter integrated into the device began emitting an encrypted GPS signal. More than a kilometer away, a support vessel – chartered under the pretext of a maritime survey – received the alert.
It was no coincidence that I was there.
It was no coincidence that her legal team knew exactly where she would be that day.
He had planned everything down to the smallest detail.
Floating, protected by the automatic inflatable life jacket, Valeria placed her hand on her stomach.
“Calm down, my love,” she whispered to the baby. “Mommy has this under control.”
Thirty minutes later, the boat rescued her.
A private doctor examined her. The baby was stable.
Valeria asked for a satellite phone.
“It’s time,” he said calmly.
Meanwhile, Santiago brought the helicopter back to the hotel. His face was contorted with horror.
“It was an accident!” he shouted to the employees. “She got too involved!”
But the mask began to crack when the federal police appeared on the scene.
He hadn’t arrived by chance.
I had received forty-eight hours earlier a precautionary statement signed by Valeria, in which I detailed my fears concerning my personal safety.
Iпclυía registros fiпaпcieros.
Messages.
Transfer the texts.
And a clear clause: if anything happened to him during this flight, it will have to be considered homicide.
Saptiago ipteptó mapteper the calm.
Until he spotted a black vehicle approaching.
And Valérie was getting off him.
Soaked.
Long live.
Cop upa mirada qυe ya пo era de amor.
The silence was absolute.
The employees stopped moving.
The pilot lowered his eyes.
Santiago turned pale.
“No…” he murmured.
