I need a favor. The biggest of your career. That’s it. Judge Fernanda Torres received them in her private office an hour later.
She was a 70-year-old woman with white hair and steely eyes that did not tolerate lies.
“This had better be true,” Dolores warned. “If you waste my time, no friendship will be worth anything.”
Fernanda, I’d like you to meet Sara Fuentes, the woman whose husband is to be executed today for allegedly attacking her. Fernanda looked at Sara with a mixture of astonishment and skepticism.
Can she prove she is who she says she is? Sara handed over documents, her birth certificate, her expired identity card, family photographs, and more.
her fingerprint that exactly matched Sara Fuentes’ official records.
It’s me, Your Honor, and I have proof that my brother-in-law Gonzalo attacked me on the orders of prosecutor Aurelio Sánchez. Audio evidence where they both confess everything.
Sara played the recordings. Fernanda listened silently to her impassive face. When the recordings finished, she spoke.
