Her signature was on the last page, next to a stamp from her attorney.

“You turned state’s witness,” I said, reading the legal jargon.

“I had to save myself,” she said. “I am thirty-two, Inés. I am not going to prison for a man who is already planning to run away.”

“What did you give them, Lucía?” I asked.

“Everything,” she said.

She sat down on the armchair opposite me, her knees pulled up to her chest.

“I gave them my old phone,” she said.

“The one with the WhatsApp messages?” I asked.

“Every message since we met in Munich three years ago,” she said.

“He was very specific in those messages, Inés.”

I leaned back, holding the document.

“Tell me,” I said.

“He sent me receipts,” she said. “He would send me screenshots of the bank transfers to prove he had paid the dealers.”

She looked down at her hands.

“The screenshots showed the transaction codes,” she said. “They showed the origin account at Banco Sabadell.”

“The Horizonte treasury account,” I repeated.