“The Galicia land dispute,” Alvaro said. “The prosecution against his father’s estate.”

“That was public record,” I said.

“The defense strategy wasn’t,” Alvaro said. “You signed those documents as a pro bono consultant.”

He paused, letting the implication hang in the air.

“You saved his family from ruin,” Alvaro said. “You did it while you were still married to me.”

“His father was innocent,” I said. “You tried to steal their farm for a pipeline project.”

“Business is business,” Alvaro said. “But this is personal.”

I could hear Matthew breathing heavily in the background.

“He worked for me for two years,” Alvaro said. “I trusted him with my keys. My passwords. My schedule.”

“You used him,” I said. “Just like you use everyone.”

“And you didn’t?” Alvaro asked. “You used his gratitude to turn him into a spy.”

I did not answer.

The accusation was true, even if my motives had been different.

“My recovery team is leaving Madrid now,” Alvaro said. “They have the coordinates from the server.”

“They won’t get there in time,” I said.

“The cottage is only four hours away,” Alvaro said. “And the roads are clear.”