She had her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with fear.

“I know,” I said.

“They will make him talk, Inés. You know what Alvaro’s men are capable of.”

“Matthew knew the risks,” I said, though my voice sounded hollow even to myself.

I stood up from the table and walked to the small kitchen counter.

My hands were cold.

I poured a glass of water from the tap, but I did not drink it.

“We have to move,” Lucía said. “If Matthew tells them about this apartment—”

“He doesn’t know about this apartment,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

“I never told him the address,” I said. “He only knew I was in Barcelona.”

But as I said the words, a cold knot of doubt formed in my stomach.

Matthew was clever.

He had been my eyes and ears inside Horizonte Capital for months.

He had access to my old email archives.

If he had decrypted the personal files I left on the shared drive, he could have found Lucía’s name.

I went back to the laptop and opened the secure shared drive.