The boy was trembling. “My mom works at the house next door, cleaning. Last night, I was playing near their garden fence. I heard his wife on the phone, talking very quietly to someone named ‘Javier’.”
Ricardo felt a chill. Javier was the name of his head of security, fired six months ago for embezzlement.
Leo’s voice was a thread of sound, but each word was a hammer blow to Ricardo’s conscience.
This was no lie. The description was too specific: the curve of the cliff, the mechanical failure, the signing of the contract.
The contract he was to sign today was the consolidation of his company with an Asian giant, an agreement that would make him three times rich, but which also transferred most of his liquid assets to an impregnable trust.
If he died before signing, Sofia would inherit immediately under the current will, which he had not updated in years.
Ricardo looked at the Mercedes. If Sofia knew that he knew, plan B might be imminent.
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