The man disguised as a driver smiled as he watched him get in.
I didn’t know that the real Ernesto wasn’t inside.
In the back seat was an undercover agent with similar physical characteristics.
And behind, several kilometers away, three surveillance vehicles followed the route.
Meanwhile, Ernesto watched everything from a hidden van.
His heart was pounding in his chest.
Because he was watching his own murder unfold.
The trap worked.
For almost two hours nothing happened.
Until they reached the mountain road.
Then a black van appeared.
No license plates.
No identification.
He positioned himself behind the sedan.
Then another one appeared ahead.
The vehicle was trapped.
“There they are,” said Carlos.
The cameras started recording.
The men got out armed.
The fake driver got out of the car.
And then something unexpected happened.
