not to facilitate it.”
Lucía looked at the floor.
Alejandro stared.
“You followed those instructions?”
“They arrived on Montero legal letterhead.”
“With your signature authorization attached.”
Alejandro went silent.
“My signature?”
Gabriel nodded.
“I still have the email.”
“Show me.”
Gabriel opened his laptop.
The email was archived.
There it was.
A PDF authorization.
Alejandro Montero.
His signature.
Perfect at first glance.
Except Alejandro knew where it came from.
It was copied from a land-acquisition agreement signed two years
earlier.
The slight upward stroke in the final letter was identical.
He remembered the document because Ramón had prepared it.
Alejandro’s hands began to shake.
“Send this to me.”
Gabriel did.
Lucía sat.
Alejandro looked at her.
“How did you end up working here?”
She answered without looking up.
“My accounts stopped working.”
“What?”
“Three days after I left the house.”
“My debit card was declined.”
“My credit card was frozen.”
