Aurelio has activated all his connections. If we don’t act quickly, they’re going to bury this.
“They’re not going to bury anything,” Dolores said.
We have Sara’s recordings, we have Martín’s testimony, we have Salomé’s drawing analyzed by a forensic psychologist, we have the false will, and we have the alleged victim, alive and willing to testify.
“Who do we present all this to?” Carlos asked. Aurelio is a judge; he has contacts in all the courts.
“Not all of them,” Dolores said. “There’s one judge Aurelio hasn’t been able to corrupt. Judge Fernanda Torres is old school, a woman of integrity, and she owes me a favor from 20 years ago.”
Sara went ahead. Are you sure we can trust her? As sure as she is that the sun will rise tomorrow, Fernanda Torres has rejected bribes from drug traffickers and condemned powerful politicians.
He’s not afraid of anyone.
If anyone can stop this execution, it’s her. Dolores picked up the phone and dialed a number she hadn’t used in decades. Fernanda, this is Dolores Medina.
