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Rain fell over Barcelona like a shroud of warning. The safehouse Marco secured overlooked Lucia's estate-a blend of old Catalonian stonework and sleek modern surveillance. Guards rotated in perfect intervals. Drones buzzed low like bees defending their queen.
Elena adjusted the red wig she'd been given, now dyed into a fiery auburn. Her leather co