"Tell the advance team to keep their eyes sharp when they're checking the train station. Also, have our people in Cancun start moving. I want to see a preliminary report on these disappearances before we arrive, as detailed as possible."
"Yes, boss!" Casare and George Smiley responded simultaneously.
The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became even heavier.
Outside the window, rain and snow continued to pound against the glass. In the dim light, the train seemed to be heading toward an unknown vortex, where danger lurked.
Victor sat back on the sofa, picked up a cigar, and took a deep drag.
"It seems that this southern tour won't start off boring. I hope our friends in Quintana Roo have prepared their welcoming ceremony, and I hope they… don't give me a reason."
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