White: king's knight Ng1>f3

In the backroom, Ramon was shuffling through the papers on a desk. "I have it right here, Juan. Just give me a moment." He turned and handed over a set of documents.

Juan glanced through them, nodded, and left. He walked back through the front of the shop, not even glancing at the alarmed blonde woman seated out front. He got into the front seat of his car and flipped open his mobile phone.

"Yes, I think I have everything you need from the travel agent," he said. "Joanne Wellington, that's the little songbird we're looking for, right?" The answer confirmed, Juan started the car and drove off.