“Are you there?” she asked.

“I will be there in ten minutes,” I said. “Do not speak to anyone on the street.”

I ended the call and slipped the phone into my coat pocket.

I walked to the wooden table in the center of my small, temporary apartment.

My laptop sat open on the table, its screen casting a cold blue light across the dark room.

On the screen was a video file I had received an hour ago from my trusted contact in Segovia.

It was a twenty-second clip of my triplets.

They were sleeping peacefully under a yellow knitted blanket, their small chests rising and falling in perfect unison.

Beside them on the nightstand lay a copy of today’s *El País* newspaper, showing the date clearly.

They were safe, healthy, and hidden where Alvaro would never think to look.

I closed the laptop gently.

That video was my final card, the only leverage that could force Alvaro to surrender.

I had already drafted the transfer agreement that would strip him of his entire seventy percent stake in Horizonte Capital.