Mary Anne is pretty sure she's found the right world. That knowledge isn't as comforting as she'd thought it would be.
The trail leads her to a hotel, where she almost drops the ball. The description of the man sounds like Ramon, but the presence of two kids throw her. She almost lets it go.
But then she figures the guy could be mistaken, or maybe it's part of Ramon's cover, or maybe...
She follows the lead.
Ramon (she's assuming it's Ramon) did a good job of covering his tracks. But there are still things to point the way: someone cleaned the cabin, stocked it with food. Even false names on rental paperwork are names, and they're names she's seen before.
(Spain, France, Switzerland)
She doesn't think she's assuming any more.
She rents a motorcycle, an offroad number with chunky tires and an engine that growls like a bear. She rides it most of the way up the mountain, before parking it and hiding it off the side of the road. She continues the rest of the distance on foot.
There's a gun in the small of her back, money and ammo in the bag at her hip; knives in all the usual places. She thinks she's right, but it's important to be prepared.
She steps up onto the porch, careful not to let the boards creak, then knocks on the door.