I couldn’t save him. That haunts me every night. I’m not going to make the same mistake twice. Ramiro looked at her for a long time, evaluating whether he could trust this stranger. Finally he spoke. That night I drank a lot. I had lost my job. He was devastated. I fell asleep on the couch and I don’t remember anything else until I woke up with blood on my hands and Sara on the floor. I called 911, tried to help her, and when the police arrived I was arrested. Did you hear anything? Did you see anyone?
Nothing, but now I know something I didn’t know before. Dolores leaned forward. What did he say to you, Salome? Ramiro closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were full of tears. My daughter was there that night. He saw everything from the hallway. He was 3 years old and saw everything. He told me that someone came into the house after I fell asleep. Someone she knew, someone she trusted. Who? Ramiro pronounced a name that Dolores already suspected. My brother Gonzalo, my own blood.
Dolores arrived home after midnight. Ramiro’s revelations were spinning in his head. A traitorous brother, a child witness. 5 years of silence. Why did Salome never speak? that kept her quiet for so long. He opened the door and turned on the light. What she saw paralyzed her. His house had been searched. Open drawers, papers on the floor, books thrown off the shelves. Whoever entered was not looking to steal, they were looking for something specific. The file of the Fuentes case walked carefully through the disorder to his desk.
The file was still there, apparently intact, but there was something about it that was not there before, a photograph. It was an old photo of Sara Fuentes, smiling, young, full of life. Someone had drawn a red X over his face with permanent marker. Below it is a handwritten note. Some truths must be buried. Stop researching or you’ll end up like her. Dolores’ hands trembled, but not from fear, from rage. Whoever sent this message did not know Dolores Medina.
He did not know that he had survived a heart attack, a failed marriage, 40 years of facing criminals in court. I didn’t know that threatening her was the worst possible strategy. He picked up his phone and called Carlos. Someone entered my house. Do you know that I am investigating? That means there’s something they don’t want me to find out. Double your efforts. I want to know everything about Gonzalo Fuentes, about Judge Aurelio Sánchez and about any connection between them. And I want to know what Sara discovered before she died.
Outside, a black car was parked at the end of the street. Inside, someone was watching Dolores’ house with the patience of a predator. The hunt had begun. Ticarlos worked through the night and delivered his findings to Dolores in a discreet café far from the city center. What he brought was explosive. Gonzalo Fuentes went from being an office worker to a real estate entrepreneur in less than 2 years, he explained as he spread documents on the table. Right after his brother was convicted, he began buying property.
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