A 12-year-old girl spotted a single altered digit on his license plate… then quietly whispered, “Follow me.”

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Tomás looked at you.

You nodded once.

He opened the door just far enough to step out, keeping you and Abril hidden behind shelves stacked with clay pots.

“No, señora,” he said. “I was cleaning tools.”

Valeria’s tone sharpened. “Abril was near the entrance earlier.”

“She went to buy bread.”

“At this hour?”

“For breakfast.”

A pause followed.

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