Chapter 2: Building Tension
Luis took a swig from his water bottle, his gaze wandering in the direction of the treadmills. They were lined up like soldiers against the walls, all facing an imposing flat screen TV displaying a live feed from a Parisian runway - a nice touch he thought. Most days, it's best to catch him spotting fit birds, if you know what I mean, rather than the ones parading their stuff on screen. The gym was packed, as usual, at this time of day, but something made him linger on the treadmills just a little longer.