SEPHY DIDN'T UNDERSTAND anything. She was watching the unexpected visitors arrive from a distance. Of the three, the one who caught her attention most was the man dressed in camouflage pants and a black t-shirt, the very person who clearly showed his irritation upon finding the house door closed.
They must have been accomplices of that Gregory and his friend the architect, if they weren't. Uncomfortable, she tilted her head.
Seeing them leaving, she decided to follow them. Besides, she'd stayed there too long and might attract the attention of the people who were starting to leave the store to get to work. They returned to Murcia, which didn't surprise her.
He followed them to Atalayas, where the road was clogged with traffic heading toward the region's commercial center. After enduring an endless line of cars, his patience already at an end, he saw them turn left to park in front of the entrance to the Rosa Victoria Hotel. Cautiously, he stopped several meters behind, next to a car dealership. He took his phone from his pocket and pretended to talk to someone.
He saw them get out of the car. He thought they were going into the hotel, but they stood on the sidewalk discussing something, probably related to the attire of that extravagant, military-style individual, as the woman pointed to his outfit several times.
AFTER A FEW MINUTES, the men drove away, leaving the woman alone. Sephy leaned surreptitiously in the passenger seat as they passed by the open window of her car.
He returned to his previous position, but continued to watch them in the rearview mirror: they were heading towards the large shopping centers.
Meanwhile, the redhead, dressed discreetly but elegantly, lit a cigarette, determined to wait for their return in front of the hotel reception door. Sephy decided to keep her cell phone to her ear, as if continuing the supposed call, until they decided to return. About twenty minutes later, there they were again.
The youngest was carrying bags bearing the mall's logo, but they must have been packing dirty laundry, as he was now impeccably dressed: blue shirt, gray pants, and new shoes. Then, with one of them already transformed into a civilized being, they all entered the hotel together.
Sephy got out of the car and walked over to Nicolas's, his hands searching in his jacket pocket for a small frequency transmitter he usually carried. He pretended to have dropped a coin and bent down to pick it up. Quickly, he placed the device in the rear of the car, under the chassis, so that it was attached to the underbody by a powerful magnet installed at the base. He then stood up and returned to his car.
From that moment on, I could control all their movements.