Camila took one step toward him. “Emi, what key is that?”
Emiliano opened his hand. The keychain was shaped like a little silver wrench, rusted around the edges, tied with blue thread. “Dad put it in my blue truck,” he whispered. “He told me if something bad happened, you had to open the secret drawer in the wardrobe.”
Camila’s face drained of color.
Oscar stepped forward. “Give me that.”
The guard blocked him immediately. “Sir, step back.”
Oscar glared at him. “This is a family matter.”
The guard’s hand stayed on his radio. “Not anymore.”
Lucía turned to Camila. “Do you know what drawer he means?”
Camila pressed a hand to her stomach. “The wardrobe in our old house. The one in Mom and Dad’s room. It had a bottom panel that lifted up. Dad used to hide cash there when the shop got paid late.”
