Flee

"But how exactly are we going to find this guy?" Mr. Fernando raised the question, his voice tinged with concern.

"Do you remember what he looked like? The hotel has security cameras. If we check them and I get a glimpse of his face, I might just recognize him," Bolasco replied, confidence in his tone.

"I see," Mr. Fernando nodded as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. "Let me call the hotel owner and request a copy of the security footage from tonight." He added, dialing the number.

The phone rang for several moments before it was answered. Mr. Fernando greeted the person on the other end and made his request. The man quickly agreed, not wanting to argue. He knew exactly who Mr. Fernando was and understood the consequences of refusing him. Just a few minutes later, Mr. Fernando received a video clip from the number he had just called.

"Let’s take a look," Bolasco suggested, and the duo clicked on the video. The footage began to play, and they fast-forwarded to the mome
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