Vera and Maria were having coffee in the only bar in the small city they would work in. It was the one next to the town where the bodies had been found, and in between the road from there to where the rituals had taken place. The perfect place to meet without raising suspicions.
«I'm going undercover,» Vera said, at some point.
«You simply love being locked, don't you?» the other woman replied. Florian was sitting not far from them, trying not to look suspicious but catching every eye with his smart suit. He was the perfect secretary, but not the ideal partner for an undercover mission. Maria had noticed him as soon as she had gotten in, but she hadn't told anything to Vera. The other woman likely knew her colleague wasn't well-camouflaged in the environment.
Unlike Maria who was wearing a dress made of floral fabric. Or Vera who looked exactly like any other tourist in Spain.