“Your shares are being frozen by the court.”

The phone on the desk still broadcasted Lucía’s muffled cries from Barcelona.

“Alvaro?” she called out.

“Are you there? They are taking my computer.”

I reached out and pressed the red button on the screen.

The room became very quiet, save for the sound of rain against the glass.

“The police will be in this room in less than two minutes,” I told my husband.

“If you do not sign these papers now, I will hand them the secondary ledger.”

Alvaro stared at the blue folder.

“You have the ledger?” he asked.

“I have had it for three months,” I said.

“Matthew gave it to me.”

Alvaro turned his head slowly toward his assistant.

Matthew did not look away.

“Why, Matthew?” Alvaro asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Because she promised to protect my family from the fallout,” Matthew said.

“And because you lied to me about the funds in Andorra.”

The heavy tread of shoes sounded on the landing outside the study door.

“Sign,” I said, placing the pen back into Alvaro’s hand.