When doctors informed him that his wife had only a few days left, he bent over her hospital bed and, masking his satisfaction with a cold smile, murmured
Alejandro had been gone for almost twenty-four hours. To anyone else, that might have meant very little. But Lucía knew him too well. He was not the kind of man who disappeared unless he was arranging something—something polished, calculated, and usually dangerous for the person standing in his way. Carmen Ruiz noticed the shift before…
