“You altered the document after I signed it.”

“We have the original document, too,” Ramiro added.

“We found it in the safe in your guest room.”

“Along with the secondary ledger you kept.”

Patricia turned on Ramiro, her eyes wide with fury.

“You searched my room?” she demanded.

“That is private property.”

“This is my house, Patricia,” my father said.

“Every room in this house belongs to me.”

“And every corner of it is monitored.”

The officer stepped forward again, placing his hand gently but firmly on Patricia’s arm.

“We need to go, Ms. Vance,” he said.

Patricia wrenched her arm away from his grip.

“Get your hands off me,” she snarled.

“I can walk by myself.”

She looked up at my father one last time.

Her face was twisted into a mask of pure hatred.

“You will regret this, Emiliano,” she said.

“I know things about your business that can ruin you.”

“I know where the money came from twenty years ago.”

My father did not flinch.

He stood straight, his shoulders square, looking down at her.

“Then you can tell the federal prosecutors all about it,” my father said.