I helped them arrange it.
I ordered the wine. I confirmed the guest list. I even stood quietly while Ricardo showed off my study as his “new office.”
“You really are calmer than I expected,” he said, pouring my whiskey into my glass.
“I learned patience in places where panic gets people killed.”
He laughed, not understanding the warning.
On Friday morning, Grace called. “The forged signatures are enough to freeze the transfers. The medical report supports coercion. And the shell company?”
“Yes?”
“It links to three offshore accounts. Ricardo has been moving money for years.”
I looked through the glass doors at my mother ordering Elena to rearrange flowers with trembling hands.
“Good,” I said. “Bring everything tonight.”
Grace paused. “Alejandro, are you sure you want it public?”
I watched Ricardo place my medal on his chest as a joke and salute the mirror.
“Yes,” I said. “They wanted an audience. Let’s give them one.”
