I looked at him, at the desperation in his eyes, the naked greed that even ruin could not wash away.

“The shares are worthless, Alvaro,” I said.

“They will recover,” he insisted. “If I can get back in, if I can show the market—”

“You are never going back in,” I said.

The phone on the desk rang.

We both looked at it.

The screen lit up with Matthew’s name.

I did not answer it.

Alvaro reached out, his hand hovering over the phone.

“Answer it,” he said.

“No,” I said.

“Answer it, Ines,” he repeated, his voice rising.

I picked up the receiver and pressed it to my ear.

“Ines,” Matthew’s voice was breathless, panicked.

“What is it, Matthew?” I asked.

“He is there, isn’t he?” Matthew asked.

“Yes,” I said. “He is here.”

“The police are on their way to the estate,” Matthew said. “The prosecutor in Madrid just signed the warrant.”

I looked at Alvaro.

He was watching me, his eyes wide, trying to read my face.

“On what charge?” I asked Matthew.

“Asset stripping,” Matthew said. “They found the offshore account in the Bahamas. Someone else leaked it.”