“No. You did it for money.”
Rodrigo tried to shove past an officer. It was desperate and clumsy. Within seconds, they had him pinned against a wooden bench. His sunglasses fell to the floor.
The man who had always acted untouchable began to cry.
“Julian,” he said, his voice breaking. “You don’t understand. Mother said if that baby was born, everything would be over.”
“Yes,” I replied. “Your theft would be over.”
The prosecutor showed another folder.
“There are transfers to notary Salcedo, altered hospital records, an attempted cremation without autopsy, and DNA evidence recovered from the victim. Rodrigo Armenta is also under arrest.”
The notary collapsed onto the bench.
“I didn’t know she would die,” he stammered. “They only asked me to prepare paperwork.”
Teresa turned on him furiously.
“Be quiet!”
But it was too late.
The chapel had already seen the crack open.
The family had heard the truth.
