The next few days felt unreal. Not dramatic. Not dangerous. Just… strangely unreal. Max had expected chaos. Police alerts. Mafia cars appearing around every corner. Instead, the days stretched out like a quiet summer holiday.
Carlos had a list. Not a dramatic list. Not a carefully planned itinerary. Just a small piece of paper he pulled from his pocket the morning after the kidnapping. Max had been drinking coffee at a roadside café when Carlos unfolded it with suspicious excitement.




















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