"I'm Elena," she said, her eyes dark and unfathomably deep. "But the locals call me La Sirena."

The neon sign of the Blue Marlin Motel sputtered in the heavy Miami rain, casting a pink glow over the peeling stucco. Elias stood under the awning, checking his phone for the third time. The screen displayed the listing that had brought him here: “Rare Find. Architectural Gem. 66% below market value. Serious inquiries only. Link attached.”

Thank you for your patience.