They would oust him within hours to protect whatever value was left in Horizonte.

“You should leave Madrid, Inés,” Lucía said softly.

I looked at her, surprised by the note of concern in her voice.

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

“Alvaro is desperate,” she said. “He has been calling me from burner phones. He knows the board is meeting in secret.”

She stood up and walked closer to me.

“He thinks you are behind some of the leaks,” she said.

“I am,” I said simply.

She didn’t look shocked.

“He will look for you,” she said. “When they take his company, he will have nothing left but his rage.”

“I have already prepared for that,” I said.

My family owned an estate in Galicia.

It was an old stone house, surrounded by high walls and thick forests, miles from the nearest town.

It had its own security system, and the local police chief was an old friend of my father.

It was the one place where Alvaro could not reach me.

“I am leaving for Galicia tonight,” I told her.