The Sin of His Obsession
He had walked right into a trap, not set by Torres, but by a ghost—an unseen enemy who was one step ahead of them all.
He read the last message again, a single, cryptic sentence. "The chess pieces are in place. The game begins." A cold, hard knot formed in his stomach. The messages were from both Torres and Don Eduardo to a mysterious figure, a person addressed as "M." The hard drive was the bait, and they were the pawns, caught in a much bigger, more sinister game. The mastermind, the elusive "M," was still hidden in the shadows, pulling the strings.
Sino kaya ito? He muttered to himself.