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"They've identified you. It's something we knew would happen sooner or later, but I repeat, it changes nothing. We'll release Mikel, and they won't have any evidence against us."
Gretel once again feels that reassuring aura in Abigail's presence, exhaling all the air from her lungs as if it carries away the panic she harbors. Her teary gaze locks onto Abigail, who responds with a tired yet genuine smile, then unexpectedly kisses her intensely. Their lips collide with force, creating a series of audible smacks, and Abigail extends one of the kisses, applying intense pressure on Gretel's face. Gretel feels better than ever and doesn't want it to end. She clutches Abigail's shirt with both hands, twisting the fabric out of her pants.
"I won't leave you alone, I swear on my life," the executive whispers amid the relentless kisses. "We're in this together, and no matter what happens, we'll stay that way."
Abigail's assurance manages to quell Gretel's fear, but not the vibrations, tingling sensations, and shivers induced by her kisses.
"Ready?" Abigail asks, pausing to press her forehead against Gretel's, as if preparing for a rugby match.
"Ready."
They walk to the tree, and Abigail picks up the phone.
"Well done, Sergeant. You know Gretel's name; I congratulate you, but that changes nothing," she declares, flaunting the unwavering confidence she can summon at will.
"Do you really believe that?" the sergeant questions.
The sergeant's query makes Abigail hold her breath, but she allows herself only a fraction of a second to do so nothing more.
"Yes, I do. The agreed time has elapsed. We're releasing Mikel and ending this crap," she asserts resolutely.
"Wait," the sergeant requests just as Abigail is about to end the call, the uncertainty evident in Gretel's gaze. "The agreement is in place."
Abigail and Gretel exchange perplexed glances, hearts racing, and an overwhelming warmth flushing their cheeks.
"Is there an agreement?" Abigail blinks, incredulous.
"There is, as long as you hand over Mikel Blanco safe and sound."
"How do I know you're not lying?" Abigail inquires.
"It's been twenty seconds since my team tracked your call. I know exactly where you are, and I'm on my way. You can try to run if you want, but we'll catch you before you hit the road. Not recommended, I assure you."
Abigail stares at the phone, feeling anger surge within her. How could she have been so foolish not to consider that the sergeant had everything planned for the second call? And to think, she gave away valuable time when she put her on hold. She committed the same error most criminals make believing they're smarter than the police.
"Solving Mikel and running won't do you any good now," the sergeant continues, the calmness of someone who knows they hold all the cards. "When we catch up with you and rest assured we will we'll impound your car, securing evidence that Mikel was in that trunk. So do yourselves a favor and accept the deal before I change my mind."
"Alright," Abigail interjects, growing increasingly nervous. "What's your proposal?"
"All you have to do now is wait for us. When we're very close, I'll give you the signal, and you'll proceed to release Mikel. Make sure he doesn't suspect at any moment that you've made a deal with the Civil Guard. We'll sound the sirens when he's out of the car, and you'll obey my men when I order them to stop you. Clear?"
"Crystal clear," Gretel responds this time.
"I'm serious. You must pretend very well because if that bastard suspects you've sold him out, he won't stop until he sees you in a hole."
"How long until you get here?" Abigail asks.
"Three minutes at most."
"In that case, we should start getting him out of the car. It's not easy moving that man."
"Alright, proceed, but don't let him escape, or there will be no deal," Sergeant Cruz Ortega reminds them.
Abigail hangs up and puts the phone in her pocket.
"Do you think she'll keep her word?" Gretel asks, distressed.
"I hope so. Initially, I thought she might be bluffing, but she hasn't asked us where we are, and that means she genuinely has us located. Let's not dwell on it, Gretel; the damage is done, and we'll face whatever comes. Let's go."
