Sofía looked toward Lucía.
“No, Your Honor.”
Lucía finally moved.
She carried a laptop.
She placed it beside Sofía.
“This is my sister Lucía Hernández,” Sofía said. “She works in forensic accounting.”
Robles went pale.
Don Chema looked at Lucía.
“Forensic what?”
Lucía finally laughed.
“Numbers, Papá.”
“Oh.”
“Complicated numbers.”
“That sounds terrible.”
Even Judge Vargas almost smiled.
Then Lucía opened the laptop.
Her expression became serious.
“For six weeks, I’ve been reviewing procurement records connected to the school.”
Chema frowned.
“Six weeks?”
Sofía looked at him.
“We knew about the investigation before you received the final summons.”
“How?”
Valeria answered.
“Because someone contacted me.”
Chema turned.
“Who?”
Valeria hesitated.
Sofía interrupted.
“Later.”
That single word told Chema something else was happening.
