"Joe, can you get a second drone to look for this Venezuelan character and listen in on him?" I asked.
"Yes, it turns out we passed him on the way in. He was the one who unlocked the4 gate and walked through, well-dressed, mustache…" An image of the man Joe was describing appeared on the screen, pulled from the earlier video feed.
"That's him?" I asked, "He looked like a friendly, cheerful guy not like a murderous, prison boss."
"You mean like Rafael?" Dad asked.
"Oh, yeah…" I acknowledged. "Good point."
Just then, Mom descended from the observation tower. "I need to talk about something…"
"What is it? Are you okay?" Dad asked, rising from his chair and walking toward her.
