Gonzalo closed his eyes. He thought about everything he had done, about his brother, whom he had betrayed, about Sara, whom he had tried to silence.
In Salomé, the girl who had seen everything and had remained silent for five years out of fear. Fear, that had been his weapon, and now it was turning against him.
“I will cooperate,” he finally said, “but I want protection. Aurelio has allies who will eliminate me if I talk.”
The lawyers nodded. Gonzalo Fuentes’ downfall had begun.
The prison gates opened at 3 p.m. The sun shone with an intensity that seemed unreal after five years of gray walls and artificial lights.
Ramiro Fuentes walked into the light for the first time as a free man. He had been bathed, shaved, and dressed in civilian clothes that smelled new.
They had returned his belongings to him: an empty wallet, a watch that no longer worked, and a photo of Salomé as a baby.
