Ana and Diego walk into Cafe Luna exactly one hour later. The same cafe where they met Maria Santos. The same dark corners. The same feeling of being watched.

They sit at a table near the back. Ana checks her phone. Two hours until the worldwide exposure at three PM. Two hours to learn if their worst nightmare is real.

"This is crazy," Diego whispers. "Vincent is dead."

"Then who sent the message?"

"Someone who knows our history. Someone trying to scare us."

Ana looks around the cafe. Only ...