The conversation ended as naturally as it had begun, and all three men returned their attention to the business that had brought them to the docks.
Around them, workers continued directing shipments with practiced efficiency while forklifts moved relentlessly between the warehouses and the waiting vessels, the harbor carrying on with its usual rhythm as though nothing extraordinary had happened that morning.
Santiago stood quietly for a few moments, his eyes following the endless movement of cargo containers being loaded onto the waiting vessels before slipping his mobile phone from the pocket of his trousers. Without wasting another second, he dialed Nicolas' number.
The call connected almost immediately.
"Nicolas," Santiago said in his usual calm voice, "I want you to deal with the guards who were on duty at the Family Estate this morning. Felicia walked out of the estate without a single one of them reporting it to anyone. Handle them."
